Aceyalone The Vision
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
