You are part of the problem;
And i am just a passing glance.
An open heaven,
To the land of plenty;
You are part of the solution and,
I am just a pasing glance.
An open love,
A message to the head of the house;
Live by every word like the fruits of your body.
Curse will be your basket and to the produce of your ground,
For you are part of the problem on this love;
And in seven directions you will always look for trouble.
Why am i here?
Leaving from place to place with thesame problem;
For i need an open heaven than the smokers around me.
Your love is hidden under the disguise of a religion,
But the Book of the Law is what you need;
And from Genesis to Malakyah,
I am what i am on this side of the lake.