 "Good morning, Brook-nam"
Another stop... on the train
(wake up... wake up... wake up...)
We come to a stop that everybody
got to make...
Whether you local or express
[Talib Kweli]
What's the meanin of ghettofabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin
our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin
cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list
for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they
already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my
remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we
Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference
between science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on
every appliance in the kitchen
at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban
blunts
On the corner watchin how kids
comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need
chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the
street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of
town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you
mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught sleepin on the
Mother City so when they go
They come back as tales of niggas
we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all
they heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the
peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is played out,
shorties get laid out
like respect and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it
be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God
to bless you
[Hook: Talib Kweli]
Good mourning, good afternoon,
good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be
embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't
livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight
{*Hi Tek scratch: "Stay awake to the
ways of the world"*}
[Talib Kweli]
I need you all to be clear on exactly
what I'm sayin
With your attention span I understand
that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think
it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy is
standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know just what
I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like
+Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can
understand how you speak
don't necessarily mean that what you
be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask
the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet
that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is
until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for
forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear
the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you
could never be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harder; you
somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother,
somebody brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in
the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when
we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the
nights don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and
asked my soul to be delivered
[Hook: Talib Kweli]
Good mourning, good afternoon,
good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be
embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't
livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight
{*Hi Tek scratch: "Stay awake to the
ways of the world"*}
[Talib Kweli]
Yo, the time come for everybody..
It ain't somethin you can really
prepare for
Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and
Grover Washington, rock rock on
and
My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and
Big L, rock rock on and
Freaky Tah rock rock on and
Jerome Green, rock rock on and
Slang Ton, rock rock on and
We celebrate life.. {*echoes*}
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