But we don't pray to none that own the isle and own the folder
No parchment of God, we don't cream soda
Can't prevent it from dropping fever with a soldier
We don't change out of the mold, yeah
No, we don't do nothing to remember my older brother
So, soldier, don't worry about bad-minded people
All of them are sharks, we don't matter about that
Because we do good, and yes, triumph over evil
And the Father God, however, remember that
We don't worry about wicked-hearted people