Wine

The new wine is dying on the vine

how much must you age before you're ageless?

align yourself with the divine

allow your inner sage to burn your rage less

'cause I find you're testaments of time

there is no space for time within your mind

if you're looking for yourself, yourself you'll find

through the crystal of your spirit you'll inherit the divine

you are God, you best believe

don't waste your time down on your knees

it's everybody for themselves

you have the fire and the cross

don't save your soul it's our loss

collective soul, collective wealth

The new wine is dying on the vine

how much must you age before you're ageless?

align yourself with the divine

allow your inner sage to burn your rage less

'cause I find you're testaments of time

there is no space for time within your mind

if you're looking for yourself, yourself you'll find

through the crystal of your spirit you'll inherit the divine

you are God, you best believe

don't waste your time down on your knees

it's everybody for themselves

you have the fire and the cross

don't save your soul it's our loss

collective soul, collective wealth

Now do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star, yeah

Now do you know who you are, yeah?

I'm that atonement son

that's like a bible and gun

pea-cocked and ready aimin' steady as a ray of the sun

my ammunition, intuition, full eclipse of my lung

son, you could never guess what planet I'm from

my emcee name is my birth name, my first name

alias is all of us, soul of us, the fall of us

to surely come when we deny it

loudest nigga gets quiet

prison of pieces of riot

sell your soul if you wanna, but that don't mean I'mma buy it

see I've been conscious of your nonsense

they imprints have been quiet

and I ain't gonna lie it

be too hard to deny it

I ain't from your block and never had to deal with your shit

never had a glock never kept it real with no bit

and when I saw a nigga like you, son I practically hid

'cause you did what you did and I wasn't the kid

don't give a fuck now, I be the first one to playa hate

the eye of the needle set the record straight

and I retire late, retire late, retaliate, retaliate

and I be fishin' on that same star you be wishin' on

make you move son, you know the mission's on

so never question who I am, God knows

and I know God personally

in fact he lets me call him me

in fact he lets me call him me

never question who I am, God knows

and I know God personally

in fact she lets me call her me

in fact she lets me call her me

I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon

I know the cloudforms of love by heart

and have brought tears to the eye of a storm

and my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks

and i've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes

shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with days

soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays

we put language in zoos to observe caged thought

and tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect

and motherfuckers think these are metaphors

i speak what I see

all words and worlds are metaphors of me

my life was authored by the moon

footprints written in soil

the fountain pen of martian men

novelling human toil

and yes, the soil speaks highly of me

but earth seeds root me poet-tree

now, maybe i'm too serious

too little here to matter

though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun

i stand up comets with the audience of lungs

this body of laughter is it with me or at me?

hue more or less though gender's mute

and the punch line has this lifeline at its root

i'm a star, this life's the suburbs; I commute