good mourning Songtext / Lyric

Artist: Talib Kweli & Hi Tek (Reflection Eternal)
Album: Train of Thought
Song: Good Mourning

"Good morning, Brook-lon"
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)
What's the meaning
of ghetto fabulous
I ride on the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us
for just doing the music we love
Some underground heads are hating,
because we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list
for my rhyming
You a fool if you don't think
they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business
so my remedy is herbal
This music is for the people
so we reflection eternal
Listen,
you hear the difference
between science and science fiction
we blow it out
like having on every appliance in the kitchen at once
Still rolling ?? Cuban blunts
On the corner watching how kids
coming to Brooklyn for their fronts
Niggas run past
but they ain't chasing after what they want
Fucking chump,
you walk down the street and get jumped
Grilling cats
like (?) they from out of town
no looking back
when you a ghetto chef
who mastered the art
of cooking crack
some get caught
(in the autumn of the city, that's the way it go??)
then come back
as? tales of niggas we used to know
never looked up to see the stars in all their heavenly glory
just straight ahead 'cause in the peripheral
is buildings with mad stories
???
dramas is played out
shorties get laid out
???
Fade out
like TV sets
into the backs of our memories
we'll never forget you
laying on your deathbed
asking for God to bless you

(hook)
good morning
good afternoon
good night
what have you done with your life?
everybody's time comes to be embraced by the light
you only scared to die
when you ain't living right, man
(I'm?) putting up a hellafied fight

hi-tek scratching: "stay awake to the ways of the world"

(Talib)
I need you all t obe clear
on exactly what I'm saying
with your attention span
I understand
that I ain't playing
you mistaken
if you somehow think it's just me you're facing
staring me down
while your enemy
is standing adjacent
my heart is racing
but I know just what I stand for
We chasing death carelessly
like Jessica,
I care more
it's said
"just because someone can understand how you speak
don't necessarily mean that what you be saying is deep"
in case you die in your sleep
you ask the Lord for a blessing
sometimes they sneak so quiet
that the silence is deafening
You never know who the assassin is
till it's your time to go
Your life is flashing, asking
for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love
bear the pain that you harbored
You was living for yourself
so you could never be the martyr
Life is hard
Death is harder
You could be somebody's father
somebody's daughter
son of your mother
somebody's brother
somebody's nigga
Now you feel it in the air like a whisper
Hearing your name mentioned when we
pouring out some liquor
The days seem longer
The nights don't seem to differ
It's getting cold,
so I shivered
and asked my soul to be delivered

(hook)
good morning
good afternoon
good night
what have you done with your life?
everybody's time come to go into the light

(hi-tek scratching) "stay awake to the ways of the world"

The time will come for everybody.
It ain't something you can prepare for.

(Ma Duke?) rock rock on and
Curtis Mayfield... rock rock on and
Grover Washington rock rock on and
My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and...
Big L, rock rock on and
Freaky Tah rock rock on and
(Jerome?) Green, rock rock on and
Slang Ton, rock rock on and