Текст песни Arrested Development - Kneelin` At My Altar
Arrested Development - Kneelin` At My Altar слова песни
Another morning kneelin` at my altarthe day is faced with a bunch of graceon my case in this worldly rat raceto keep the pace I depend on ancestors and Godand by the way my real name is Todd.That`s how my dead ancestors address methat 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 bendingor compromising my views and pridethe inside world gets me prepared for the outsideI can`t wake up on the wrong side of the bedas long as my soul has been fine tuned and lubed andaltars are cool for my inner urge to resumeto the universe SMPTE tone or metronome.Kneelin at my altar (x3)in the morning time I got to kneel at my altarK N E E L I N at my altarSimply put one is naive if they believethat this system does not deceive itspopulous 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 extentthere`s still fumes in a no smoking section of a roomforces are tugging at you from both sidesto be centered I pray and pour libationOh from there it`s diggity diggity doneI`ve rinsed my senses & armor alled my armorinstead of being grouchy I`m a natural charmerchilin` with our friends to relatively no end& oh my Lord I`m feelin` exuberatedcool vibes & disciplined enough to go outsideand don`t you know it`s gotta be like that, feeling dope