It's frustratin' when you just can't express yourself
And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself
To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred
I pause, take a step back record all the setbacks
Fast forward towards the stars in the jetpack
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
The synagogues of satan might accuse or jail me
I've got something to say
Oh eyo
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow's on the way
That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me
That ain't the real me, the lies can't conceal me
The sunrise and the moon tides and the skies gonna reveal me
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me
I've got something to say
Oh eyo
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow's on the way
The message grab ahold to every ears it gets whispered in
The waters in the bayous of new orleans still glistening, yeah
The universe is listening, be careful what you say in it
My grandma told me every bed a nigger make, he lay in it
I've got something to say
Oh eyo
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow's on the way
The church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside
Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies
I've got something to say
Oh eyo
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow's on the way
I've got something to say
Oh eyo
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow's on the way
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