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 ****