, a long long time ago Got all wasted, buried in the snow You're my reflection, one of the divine Careful what you give me, the other half is mine You
is Aftermath ? motherfucker move on! [Chorus: Iyana Dean + Iffy] I'm tryin to be, more than what it is you see For every take, do it just like eternally
and rise to Enlighten us as we manifest through polarity Escape this flesh reality, joining from the beginning To grasp eternity...eternally A soul is eternal
for a singer again, looks for a singer again Those moments from birth till eternity, are reflected to your eyelids they may make others believe in god, other
show that you are not one of that kind, by talking about it with anguish and fear. And talk you must with awe about the holy things, the great eternal
Ghosts waltz around our backs Our ideas converge to form corners to hide in Quicker than dreams we traded our charms Then spent eternity in each others
guise I rot a paradox in terms (I am now what I'm not) Interconnected, fused my words are its thoughts I now share my self with my reflection Straining
infected person that you might have sex with, life goes on But drama is living with the afterthought that maybe you could have prevented it Drama is imminent, it comes in other
Nectar?' I asked. 'Only you can answer that' he said. 'Why then do I feel as though I am standing before the court and telling them I have kissed Eternity
this peace of you And hope for all eternity For just one second I felt whole As you flew right threw me Left alone with only reflections of the memory
It is time to reflect upon your "ego-self". Nowhere to hide when the walls echo the you that we all see. Ah, the smiles dissolve! The pulse begins to
is done As you gaze into her eyes seeing the reflection of love Life?s road may seem rough up ahead And from now you see only in part So hold onto each other
still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
with short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Acres, Acres/Walsh] died with open eyes like millions of others enshrouded in darkest pain all hope lost crime of the century trauma induced terror subatomics reflect
all in Born from the vegabonds By your hands calloused hands of those who adored you How would you really have it any other way? Twenty years is your eternity
