Another morning kneelin' at my altar
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the day is faced with a bunch of grace
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on my case in this worldly rat race
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to keep the pace I depend on ancestors and God
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and by the way my real name is Todd.
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That's how my dead ancestors address me
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that is those that knew me as that.
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My African name hasn't been revealed yet.
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My knees don't mind the bendin'
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as long as the bending keeps me from bending
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or compromising my views and pride
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the inside world gets me prepared for the outside
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I can't wake up on the wrong side of the bed
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as long as my soul has been fine tuned and lubed and
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altars are cool for my inner urge to resume
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to the universe SMPTE tone or metronome.
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Kneelin at my altar (x3)
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in the morning time I got to kneel at my altar
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K N E E L I N at my altar
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Simply put one is naive if they believe
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that this system does not deceive its
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populous dropping us lies in a sack like a stork
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& there's stops that drop from Cali to NY.
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Images are burnt into our brain cells to the extent
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there's still fumes in a no smoking section of a room
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forces are tugging at you from both sides
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to be centered I pray and pour libation
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Oh from there it's diggity diggity done
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I've rinsed my senses & armor alled my armor
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instead of being grouchy I'm a natural charmer
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chilin' with our friends to relatively no end
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& oh my Lord I'm feelin' exuberated
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cool vibes & disciplined enough to go outside
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and don't you know it's gotta be like that, feeling dope
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Kneelin' At My Altar
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| Arrested Development |
