Golden Temple

They try to attack my golden temple they can't attack my golden temple

That is my mental I wrap that orange around my head

Run to the balcony and then I let off lead a paid man to take my head for what I believe

in I'm a Sikh and I will seek to leave them bleeding

Since a kid I've been dealing with insanity my dad used to beat me but the scrolls made

a man of me my Sikh brothers, my verse through you

We sleep in the shadow of snakes like the first guru

Never forget the burden, the war on the turban They kill our people trying to draw the final

curtain I spit with a fire that makes the sword smolder

The orange and the flame that represents the soldier