";Good morning, Brook-nam";

Another stop... on the train

(wake up... wake up... wake up...)

We come to a stop that everybody got to make...

Whether you local or express



[Talib Kweli]

What's the meanin of ghettofabulous

Not ridin the back of the bus

I'm a revolutionary antagonist

Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love

Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs

I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin

You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line

Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal

It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal

Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction

We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen

at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts

On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts

Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want

Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped

Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back

When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack

Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go

They come back as tales of niggas we used to know

Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory

Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories

Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out

like respect and fade out like TV sets

into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you

Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you



[Hook: Talib Kweli]

Good mourning, good afternoon, good night

What have you done with your life?

Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light

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