I don't understand the letters you wrote to the Jews
If the words were much neither few
And the kind of words you chose to use
Without putting yourself in others shoes.
Make me understand why you think you're the holiest of all
That within you,
Perfection is sure
Without blunts and stunts
That you can run a thousand miles
Without a single fall.
Make me understand why you think
You're the best of all
That you're perfect without flaws
Seeing yourself superior
Over thousands beneath that falls
Make me understand the kind of prayers you pray
But still yoked with unbelievers
Whom for long has wandered astray
Make me understand the kind of Christian you are
Roaming from shrines to the Alfas
Crying and pleading for kids
When for long God has made you
The mother of Kings and priests
Make me understand the gospel you preach as a pastor
Teaching us there's blessings in giving
But from you, others ain't receiving
Make me understand why you mounted securities by your gate
But telling us to pray
For the Angels to watch and guard our gate
Make me understand why you don't give arms when the Poor and the needy stands by your gate to knock
For you to come outside to instruct beware of dogs
Make me understand why you called yourself a bishop
Building for yourself big shops and mansions
Forgetting the congregations
Who monthly pays their tithe
But still, their lives remain dried and tight.
Make me understand why you called yourself Imam
Preaching and teaching Quran
Yet behind the scenes,
Your heart is bloody filled
With the blood of man
Make me understand the kind of riches and wealth you owns
When helpless kids are crying daily at the orphanage homes
When beggars are daily roaming the streets
You drove pass, then to reckon
how beautiful and tasteful life is sweet
Make me understand
Cause, i still don't understand even as I weep when my tears dripped down to my feet
Why men are so wicked bad and strict
Forgetting from the dust we came
And we shall return back to it.
Make me understand the letters you wrote
Make me understand so I can tell you and requite
To make you understand at last
That a day will come
When we'll eventually breathe our last
I'll make you understand
We're nothing but just a dust.
Make me understand,
And for me to make you to understand
We are nothing but just a dust.