Flip it up like this.Another morning, kneeling at my altar.The day is faced with a bunch of grace.On my case in this worldly rat race.To keep the pace, I depend on ancestors of God.And by the way, my real name is Todd.That's how my dead ancestors address me.That is those that knew me as that.My African name hasn't been revealed yet.My knees don't mind a bending.As long as the bending keeps me from bending.Then I'll compromise and underline my views of pride.The inside world gets me prepared for the outside.I can't wake up on the wrong side of the bed.As long as my soul has been fine-tuned and moved and altered.I cool for my inner urge to resume.To the universe in the tone of metronome.Kneeling at my altar.Kneeling at my altar, yes.Kneeling at my altar.In the morning time, I got to kneel at my altar.K-E-E-L-I-E-M-A-R-T-A.K-E-E-L-I-E-M-A-R-T-A.K-E-E-L-I-E-M-A-R-T-A.Simply put, one is naive if they believe that the system does not deceive its property list.Dropping us lies.And it's sad like it's dark and it stops, drops from calendar to yokeImages are burning to our brain cells to the extentThere's still fumes in the nose, my perception of a roomForces are tugging at you from both sidesBeats in and I pray in port libationOh, from there it's diggity-diggity-dunI've rinsed my senses and I'm on all my armorInstead of being grouchy, I'm a natural charmerChillin' with my friends to relatively no endOh my lord, I'm feelin' exuberatedCool vibes and discipline enough to go outsideAnd don't you know, it's gotta be like thatFeelin' dope*