For whatever reason, this beat brought to mind time. When writing this song I tried to imagine what it would be like to freeze time and explore the world, writing down whatever I saw. This is the result.
Yeah. You know, people talk about time and space.
You know, what exactly is time. Or time as you know it?
As soon as I say “the future,” that becomes now. And as soon as I say “now,” that becomes the past.
You know, time is a funny thing.
Time keeps slipping, my eyes squinting
I'm seeing different beings, in different places
The same time, 9 AM in the Eastern Standard
We still stranded, I watch the hands of a clock shake then stop
I walk around and see what's going down this very second
Just what you expected, as I step into a random ghetto
Lethal weapon ejecting bullets representing for a block of concrete
I'm on feet, I'm walking, I hear a politician talking
To some man about some plan, they shake hands and pass a suitcase
I saw a new face, getting born in the hospital
Coming out of a single mother, he brings the struggle
I want to hug you but I'm out of body
I hear a shotty blasting
A cop screaming, asking is he matching a description
I'm dipping, gone to another location
The Caribbean, and people are filling in a church
Praying for salvation, putting their last few cents in
The collection plate, I kept the faith and kept moving
I'm in South America, they rebelling for freedom
I see them fighting, I'm lightning
Shooting, moving, landed somewhere in the middle of Africa
I see daughters crying tears, needing clean water
I breathe harder head to Asia where now my breath stops
Seeing human beings slaving in a sweatshop
To make shoes, so we can make moves on the East Coast
I'm back in this foolish nation, full rotation
It blew my mind I hear the clock wind
And start ticking again, I'm tripping again
from Global Warning,
released September 10, 2003
Produced by Kaliyl. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Origen at I.R.S. Studio (Pittsburgh).