I do always tend to justify, but no way will I ever lie.
I swear I shall be a good Sikh someday, even though it seems a little far away.

The Guru has called me for my head.
I think I should run or else I shall be dead.

Keeping the five k’s I dare not do.
For what will people say when I go to the pool?

My conscious has lead me to believe that beauty means more then Sikhi to me.
Tying a turban is easy for me, but keeping thy beard, "oh my, it can not be."

I can style my hair in different ways and wear it down every other day.
Washing it and combing that’s all fine, but those split ends, "I’m sorry God," I must commit that crime.

I don’t do my nitnem everyday, but "waheguru" I do always remember to say.
Sihki is within my heart "oh pardon me," I mean at least it’s a start.

I have Sikh friends who have never committed a kurat in anyway, but for some reason they forget to pray.
On the other hand I remember God from day to day, but in my activities I have gone a little stray.

Usually on Sunday’s I don’t go to the Gurdwara and if I do it’s only to stay in power.
I know I’m beginning to sound like a jerk, but I jut can’t help it I’ve got work!

"Oops," that was a little slip on my end. I go to gurdwara to meet my friends.
I only work five days a week from nine to five and on Friday nights I have a little wine, though let me make it clear that I don’t drink beer.

India is where I was born you see, for it is like my own home to me.
Khalistan, I can’t understand for why is it in such demand?

Killing and fighting I do not believe.
I’m all about human rights, but please don’t kill me!

I promise to wear a gatra with the small knife, but let me just first enjoy my life.
It’s not about Amrit don’t you see, I just want to be true to me.

I dearly love my Guru Ji and Sikhism is very important to me.
A hypocrite, "oh no," I will not be.

I do always tend to justify, but no way will I ever lie.
I swear I shall be a good Sikh someday, even though it seems a little far away.