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 dope