K-Rino - Universal Author [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Just come on in with me
You gotta think about this
You gotta address this
There's no accident

[Verse 1:]
With the overloaded of gifts he bestrode me
Thankful for the mind of the universal author who compose me
In the fold of his protective mode he holds me
Chose me to dwell in his abode as if he owed me
But know he's just gracious and holy
Responsible soley, and out of a dead state, he rose me
Told me too banish the old me
And let the sun cloth me until my roots grow deep at the bold sea
His words and actions are factual
The uncommon is common, and the supernatural is natural
The food is not the start of things the tree is
The process is repeated, the only reason we are is cause he is

[Chorus: x2]
Before it becomes physical his first of thought
Every individual's a work of art
They know he never had to rehearse the part
Nothing that no one else can cause the universe to start

[Verse 2:]
Out of thinking can't compete with his deepness
He feature of every creature born with his own distinct uniqueness
The definition of all know expon my existence
Before my mom knew he formed characteristics
His mind penetrated through time
The infinite song of lives writer who never duplicated a line
The quintessence of every essence
But out of ignorance we question the effectiveness of his methods
You're brain is what he communicates through
And never forsakes you, and then when you sleep at night he takes you
Then later brings you back and awakes you
Let him create you right on your mental chalk board till he elevates you

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
He study real hard to comprehend
The universal author, who be gunmen with one pen
Of your type you are the only model
The only living copy of your own real life personal novel
And from the very start he can write them
Even when your lights dim you have the capacity to be like him
So even through high stress, believe in progress
You have to master the reason of process
He's touchable like a material thing
He has spirit, but he's not a spiritual being
Not three, not two, one father is true
He's the author of himself and the author of you

[Chorus x2]