Meditation - August Greene, Common, Robert Glasper

I met a little boy, he asked me, «Where are we now?»

I met a little girl, she asked me if I was proud

Of what I had become and what the world would allow

I might put up a fight, but yet I’m still losing ground

If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears a sound

Did it really ever happen at all?

Did it really ever happen at all?

I’ll tell you this: I put the work in daily, so it’s my belief, I can’t fall

As we go into the well of the black pool of genius, August Greene

Time meets worth, rhyme beats birth of a new day, born again

Good mornin', these beginnings never form an end

Crowns of righteousness not to see the thorns again

I argue with my aura, am I born to win or born to sin?

Maybe both, contribute to daily growth, oath is taken like Liam Neeson

Somebody take my daughter, they gon' cease from breathin'

They body snatchin' black girls in DC

Politics and propaganda on the TV

Distractions, distractin' us from action

It’s time for some, time for some passion

There’s a time for patience, a time for communication

A time for formation, a time when it’s overflow, and a time when it’s wastin'

They say time’s on our side like a hip replacement

This shine that I wear is from them times in the basement

A time to rebuild, a time to be ill, a time to be still, a time that we heal

On the mountain top, the youth from the fountain drop

Thoughts about being forever young, it’s like a deacon never ever sung

With the choir, this is praise and worship, everyday’s a circus

I walked the tight rope, tryna find a way to work it

Yeshua paid for our sins, that’s the greatest purchase

To keep it 100, we made imperfect

What I strive for is what I live for

Studied the lessons, now the lesson is to give more

And endure trials with style like Johnnie Cochran

I rap with a gift that can’t be boxed in, winnin' is the doctrine

Starin' time in the face, I guess that I’m a watchman

My father created time, yes I’ma watch him

Locked in, tryna get out of a sunken place

A blackness that ain’t defined by time and space