The End - Lyrics - Improv

One of these days you ain't gonna worry Now I said One of these days you ain't gonna worry no more no more no more When the banks drop And the water stops And the hills rot Mamma will you save me When we Lose lead And the wounds bleed Til they kill me Pappa will you save me I think not we like ta burn this *** down to the *** ground Why is that we're trained ta be blind to the very things that define Us as human beings and bring the fruit to the ones who lie to our faces for greed My man why can't you let the peaceful people stay around It gets me at times and I can't sleep when I think about the blatant tragedies We shove into our stomachs and eat like it was our job I ain't tryin ta be an ignorant hooligan ta *** *** up ta feel important But there something in me that believes the notion of one is what we all secretly holdin’ Yet continue to ignore it staying within the lines for security Basic instincts played like a symphony wit blood on the strings I rap outta synch with the lines that the world's tried ta hold me down wit And with all the footsteps over the rotting corpses I've found that It's been poisoning me personally Lies stabbed into me since I was thirteen so powerful that only now I'm beginning to see that One of these days you ain't gonna hurt me Now I said One of these days you ain't gonna hurt me no more no more no more When she moves on And her sweet songs Are long gone Mamma will you save me When it's too cold And I lose hold Of my soul Pappa will you save me Naw I think not there's too many murdered sons and daughters I learned to breathe without air like fire under water I learned to fast wait and think like a Semana Learned ta shake a demons hand as if it was my own fathers Learned to embrace the darkness as if it reflected the color of my skin and then Learned that in all the trip lines it defies my purpose ta repent I Give a *** the lines you lay I bounce in and out like gelatin Transform ya norm and eat ya Jesus fish like pelican I am my only god and I need not force any a tha constructs or details Of my self-proclaimed spiritual flight ta the underworld nor explain that I am I am nothing more than a grain of sand in the dirt of your mind The freedom in the white light in divine words that mean nothing and do Nothing but waist time except when I rhyme ta me and you When you become me and we OM