A warrior walks the path
Without his past
The wind blows his memories
In the form of sand in his eyes
The blind imagery
Rather not be reminded if he can't find the symmetry
While Living in between
Having a mission
With something missing
The visions
A woman and children
Right on this earth just
Don't know what he fighting for
Surviving without a purpose
Haunted by a sense of urgency
Looking for why it's urgent
The legend falling on def ears
The silent city is
Home to a Heroes return
But he's oblivious
The gradual effects of decay
The day's Insidious
The gift fostered the orphans
To start the lineage
Hieroglyphic geniuses
Speaking through only images
Everything since the incident
Life without dissonance
But the harmony lives
If you willing to go the distances
The mind is a weapon
The gift is the only privileged
You would be cheating the planet
Not using it for advantage
The blade of the branch
Rose from the wreckage
It was Mother Nature's gift of a weapon
To fight oppression
Like dat y'all
He do the dance with his fate in his hands
Looking for the blade in the branch
The Sword of Nature
You ever dance with your fate in your hands
Looking for the blade in the branch
The Sword of Nature
He do the dance with his fate in his hands
Looking for the blade in the branch
The Sword of Nature
You ever dance with your fate in your hands
Looking for the blade in the branch
The Sword of Nature