Aceyalone

Today

Sunday

On the nineteenth day of October at one a.m.

Nineteen ninety seven

I had a vision

No, well not exactly like a vision

No but like a sight

Well not exactly like a sight but more like a dream

Yeah like a daydream

Like two scenes short of a nightmare

Except I wasn't scared

Looking at the lines of these mean mugs

Extremely super beamed up drugged

Induced with extra juice in their jugs

Try'na hold a tight hug

To tonight's pocket rocket

With a flicker of a spark in their eye socket plugs

My shoulders shrugged as to the meaning of this encounter

Trying to find something to read into

What's this going to lead into?

A lesson or just another brother confessing?

Either way he's expressing mind

But I was pressing for time

Now show me some type of sign that your words are divine

But he just stood there

Speechless

Choked up

His talk box all broke up

With no real use of his God giving any more just living

I watch 'em all walk into the flames

When they could walk into the vastness of their brains