time zone
reflection eternal
the secrets of mysteries that follow humans for centuries
theories appear crisp and clear to me as air
magically through meditative focus
the dreams stay in connection
to the main theme in a carefully constructed scene
which began with a bright beam of light
become a satellite seen as a flash in the sky
through the eyes of a writer
who shall remain anonymous
inspired by spirits of great grand descendants
get rich off the dark skin signin over freedom on documents
slave masters metaphorically ripped out they larynxes
yet they beat drums and sang songs
now i keep it movin along in the same form and context
since the torch has been cast to the next generation
my main motivation is to be a cipher nation
is the planet where i hold jurisdiction
kweli i know you fed with this whole situation
i know you reflect on revolution
can only be one conclusion
changes - some civilizations have been in war for scores
blood shed on history pages and in the end
what side wins? old has been replaced by the new
when all is said and done
stand out amongst the few
as examples of what one can do
cried at the end when denzel died in glory
knock on wood when i'm gon' be
launch me into the galaxy
i'll be a solitary star in the constellation
transferrin information into the minds of young prodigies lookin up
wishin all my energy until the day they become
the universe's cycle of destiny
what exists is more than we see
more than we see. forget the years you been alive
tell me where your mind is at
tell me what's on your mind
tell me what's on your mind
tell me what's on your mind
advantageous. once again on mission
driven by i'll thoughts that we envision
now we got a pot to piss in
cats seem to be quick to whip they shit out
how they just balance it out
droppin wisdom like sages
while the whole world go through phases
peep how the rhyme is vintage like a wine
gets better with age and time
niggas think they free - who need to change
when you can enslave the mind? like true conquerors
they call the explorers brave
say they collectin when i say they rob graves
so i try to put that behind me but it got me
in an ill position like the kama sutra
the past kicks my ass back to the future
but the winners tell the story
take out the gory details and get the glory
my grandfather died when i was a shorty
he fought for our country
it couldn't be his cause to this day
my great grandmother put arsenic in the master's tea
after she came from hearin a speech by marcus garvey
so fuck ferguson and plessy
bringin it like nat turner and denmark vesey
the plantation system was dead
they can make enough to eat
and keep a roof over they head
you still a mothafuckin slave!
doesn't matter if you near-white or little light
or blacker than a thousand midnights
we right in the new age with new slaves
we need to bless the stage
cause the audience' brains affected by devils like cage
but the system got our peoples actin depraved
forget the years you been alive
yo tell me where ya mind is at
take that with'chu to your grave
grow up before you show up
take that with'chu to your grave
grow up before you show up
take that with'chu to your grave
grow up before you show up