In Tune

I heard him call out

I heard him call for his mother

And I didn't even call my mother

I wanted to avoid talking about the elephant in the room

The pig on my neck

The devil on detail

We were born of a people who were torn from their people

For the root of all evil

From it, sprung the trunk, the branches, and the fruit of all evil

Unless they need you, they act as if they don't see you

Besiege you, and tell you to cooperatе

As if it's something you agreed to

Before criminals' constitution nothing's illеgal

Except people who were once property destroying property, upheaval

Keep your eye on the sparrow, the bald eagle

Defeathered and beheaded at the stoop of the steeple

Guarded by soldiers, stupid yet lethal

It doesn't matter if a liar has a republic or democracy, or monarchy, it's malarkey

Don't mind me if I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off key

But when we're on keys

We can unlock things

Souls freed otherwise held hostage

On the ebony and ivory

With the heart of a gnostic

But hands of a locksmith

A pharmacist, a prescription for the toxic

Eating away at our subconscious

8 ball in the corner pocket

8 ball on the corner cop it

How can we stop it when the cops and the robbers

Money is their religion

They follow the same profits

So don't mind me if I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off key

But once we're in tune, oh

We can conduct the cosmos!

Conductor of the orchestra

Conductor of the underground railroad

Don't you see the kick, the thump, the heart

The crashing cymbals as symbols of shields

No Captain America, no cap in America

If you're black in a finger snap

Fade to black in america

So don't mind me if I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off key

More than mere melody

Using horn and string to quarantine from a disease

That sees us as less as humans

And more as things

So we don't play music

We pray music

Those same nooses hang useless

Raise the dead like Jesús did

We don't play music

We pray music

Vivid and lucid

Dreams let loose in the pure hearts with divine acoustics

We lay blueprints at the blue note

I come from a people transmuted, transformed by song

Until the musicians are translucent

Until you see through them and see through this

And bear witness to the oneness

That from nothingness brought forth all of existence

So don't mind me If I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off key

It's more than mere melody

I'm in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune

We're in tune