You movin around place to place
Feet are sore, it’s in your face
Since he died you can’t stop
Punchin in around the clock
Where’s your heart? Slow your pace
Think some more to win this race
Hands can grind, skin can bruise
Kill your faith and you will lose
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Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Gold or green, the money train
Rides too fast, brings the pain
You feed your mouth, what do you feed your soul?
You’re dressed up in diamonds and left all alone
What would he say? Think he can’t see?
His youngest daughter, guess you wanna be free
It’s not my place but anyway
Slow on down and meditate
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i need to slow my pace, this ain’t formula one
although Allah is one, his signs are by the millions
so are my sins, can’t win if we don’t search within it
so love guarding us from so many wrongs
so it’s on with satan through them endless rounds
no westside connection, still i bow down
walk the earth with arrogance like nothing else matters
we here today gone tomorrow, dreams scattered
what really mattered were your deeds, not your gold
heaven or hell, you don’t know
do my best until my last breath
until the trumpet will blow
resurrect to him i resolve
what makes the blood flow, what makes the sun shine, what makes it all happen
the answer to your question waitin in the sky
look above your head the answer you will find
meditate and keep your soul high
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