[Verse: Suffa] As ocean tides coincide with lunar patterns 747's in the sky fly holding patterns Over cities filled with lost souls and confused residents People who've lost hope, they're waiting for the heaven-sents Allah, Buddha, Mohammad, Jesus We can't understand why our prophets would leave us But we as people aren't here just to procreate Divine intervention is for you to create Take hold of your vacant, 'trol of your hate Your soul it can break ya, goals they can't wait Whose world this is? The world is ours Acres of land, sunshine and rain-showers The beauty of nature's here for you to enjoy The landscape painted 'cross a world we destroy I got a mantra that can get you through everything Say I can do anything, I can do anything