Kneelin' At My Altar

Another morning kneelin' at my altar

the day is faced with a bunch of grace

on my case in this worldly rat race

to keep the pace I depend on ancestors and God

and by the way my real name is Todd.

That's how my dead ancestors address me

that is those that knew me as that.

My African name hasn't been revealed yet.

My knees don't mind the bendin'

as long as the bending keeps me from bending

or compromising my views and pride

the inside world gets me prepared for the outside

I can't wake up on the wrong side of the bed

as long as my soul has been fine tuned and lubed and

altars are cool for my inner urge to resume

to the universe SMPTE tone or metronome.

Kneelin at my altar (x3)

in the morning time I got to kneel at my altar

K N E E L I N at my altar

Simply put one is naive if they believe

that this system does not deceive its

populous dropping us lies in a sack like a stork

& there's stops that drop from Cali to NY.

Images are burnt into our brain cells to the extent

there's still fumes in a no smoking section of a room

forces are tugging at you from both sides

to be centered I pray and pour libation

Oh from there it's diggity diggity done

I've rinsed my senses & armor alled my armor

instead of being grouchy I'm a natural charmer

chilin' with our friends to relatively no end

& oh my Lord I'm feelin' exuberated

cool vibes & disciplined enough to go outside

and don't you know it's gotta be like that, feeling dope