| Let me make this awesomely simple like Mingus. |
| Let me think up some next level shit on the fly. |
| My angels say I don’t have much left to begin with |
| My devils are all more than willing to give it a try. |
| So who am I to come between the mind and the spirit? |
| And who are you to suggest that I walk away. |
| Do you recall the dormant days of anxiety and drunken rage? |
| Trust me we’ll all be better off this way. |
| I’m not born again and I’m not born against. |
| Just itching to shed another layer of skin |
| I can see that this thing that keeps pushing me forward, |
| is the same thing that keeps me from falling within. |
| So who am I to come between the mind and the spirit? |
| And who are you to suggest that I walk away. |
| Do you recall the dormant days of anxiety and drunken rage? |
| Trust me we’ll all be better off this way. |
| I’m catching hold of this cyclone wind |
| Then I’m never letting go again. |
| A boy like me needs to choose his colors. |
| Crawling into the sunshine |
| Like Lucifer in Summer Time |
| One soul’s Convergence to another. |
| So who am I to come between the mind and the spirit? |
| And who are you to suggest that I walk away. |
| Do you recall the dormant days of anxiety and drunken rage? |
| Trust me we’ll all be better off this way. |