[00:00.000] 作词 : Walter Reed
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Walter Reed
[00:05.054] My life is a transition
[00:06.711] Something wonderful is unfolding within my writtens
[00:09.726] Inside my space book, the Jesus, jedi, the unknown, god’s chromosome
[00:13.789] Beautiful color tone cover my bones
[00:16.100] The sky color of red dye
[00:17.808] Beneath the ascension solar system
[00:19.753] From supernovas, I unrolled into this existence
[00:21.942] Unfolded, vibrated out of light
[00:24.019] But icy shadows gave me my pigment
[00:25.904] My flesh is tinted, o***m scented
[00:28.156] No religion, I wrote the sentence
[00:29.898] I’m true and living
[00:31.048] The summer ghost and the yellow coat
[00:32.952] I watch the sky crack like an egg
[00:34.890] The clouds spread out like the whites, the sun was the yolk
[00:37.336] Liquid sunshine, wishful dreams
[00:39.294] Mystic pastime, I fed the fish in the stream
[00:41.837] That’s where I met her, Metu Neter, Neter Metu
[00:44.144] Before the ancestors came to get her
[00:47.046] From a pillar of smoke, she spoke
[00:49.306] My humble posture stood by the willow oak
[00:51.767] She said, “Killah, you woke, stay woke”
[00:54.218] We spoke all night ’til day broke
[00:56.225] It’s like I spoke to Gabriel or hundreds of angels
[00:59.596] Standing at the top of the trail was a gray horned owl
[01:03.013] Storm clouds, then calmed down
[01:05.525] It’s late afternoon in the woods where there’s bears and wolves
[01:09.747] It’s rare but oh yeah, without a care, I’m good
[01:13.241] The freelancer in the flatlands
[01:15.795] I need answers, don’t tap dance
[01:17.704] More enhanced black man
[01:19.581] In the daylight [?], we never seen the meadows and the marshlands
[01:24.202] Ta-da, I make my art stand with a harp in hand
[01:27.514] Imagination parades with a marching band
[01:30.363] All started from rapping at park jams
[01:32.743] It’s funny, sometimes I think it’s all part of a plan
[01:36.241] The ghetto never seen the evergreen
[01:38.564] Long fields of rain over prairies
[01:41.190] Open country, floating fairies
[01:43.435] Fine dandelions to sleep in, emotions are heavy
[01:46.565] Right here is where you vision a patch of berries
[01:49.027] These are Bob Ross thoughts, but my paint brush is how I came up
[01:52.502] It was gang stuff, stick ups, c*****e rush
[01:55.309] Hop in the trains and the bus
[01:57.321] Hold up, let me explain, I never thought King Tut was the same as us
[02:01.285] Never puffed dust, maybe once
[02:03.344] Never slang much but the football game was tough
[02:06.184] Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood was in the midst of robbers on Gates and Hood’s
[02:11.041] Deep thoughts, unknown source