It is a car.
There's a meditation.
And those who play never suspect.
He doesn't play for the money wins.
He don't play for respect.
He deals the cards to find the answer.
The sacred geometry of chance.
The hidden law
of a probable outcome.
The numbers lead a dance.
I know that this faith are the swords of a soldier.
I know that the clubs are weapons of war.
I know the diamond
been the money for this
old good shape of mine.
He may play the jack of diamonds.
He may lay the queen of spades.
He may conceal a king in his hand.
While the memory fades.
I know that this faith are the swords of a soldier.
I know that the clubs are weapons of war.
That's not the shape of mine.
If I told you that I love you.
You may think there's
something wrong.
I'm not a man
of too
many faces.
The mosque I wear is one.
But those who speak from nothing.
And found out to their kindness.
Those who curse their luck in too many places.
And those who fear a lot.
I know that this faith are the swords of a soldier.
I know that the clubs are weapons of war.