Atonement - The Roots, Jack Davey

As I wait for atonement

Trapped in the heat of the moment

Feelin like I can’t control it

As I wait for atonement

Trapped in the heat of the moment

Uh-huh, feelin the steam from the cauldron

With tension runnin deep as the ocean

Many are called, but so few are chosen

As I go through the motions, of medication uppin my dosage

Bangin Earth, Wind & Fire «Devotion» as I admire the focus

Takin the city with a grain of salt

Where they tastin foul, chase it down, with the latest malt — liquor

Roll and hit it, knife did it, hope you got some smarts wit’chu

Hope you got some heart it ain’t no stoppin when it start — nigga

Feel somethin bigger got a hold on me

And I ain’t trippin not a Bobby Brown, lippin with my nose runnin

Basically I had two, options I just chose one

And then got ghost, like my picture was on a most wanted

Coast to coast, from L.A. to Chicago

Now I’m faced, with the weight of survival, plus the taste

From the way I been lied to while the preacherman spittin his gospel

I can win if I try to

As I wait for atonement

Trapped in the heat of the moment

Feelin like I can’t control it

As I wait for atonement

Trapped in the heat of the moment