Mirror boyrhyme with dada convention
Psychoanalysis didn’t mean anything
Pvc costumesletters to castro
Show me what you’re readingfreaky girl with the afro
Franz fannonyeah yeah I get it
All that curiosity with something to offset it
Diagrams and plansdrawn in secret locations
Scientific babiesthey be peddling information
The queenshe’s smoking prozacwe be smoking napalm
The verbal countriesthey be smoking atom bombs
I wrote a book in the year seven-ten
By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If you’re feeling insecure
Cause you’re living in a storm
If you find themyou can burn them
If you burn them you can keep warm
Them winds of changethey be bringing change
Especially now there’s prostitutes on ilford lane
You seeit’s kinda likebut noit’s not the same thing
See there were men on the moonbut they killed them
Bearing in mindmy mind’s soul food
Bearing in mindmy mind’s aquarian
Bearing in mindmy mind’s mine
Times being what they areradar
Bearing in mind yes yesy’all
Bearing in mindthere’s nothing in it
Bearing in mindmy mind’s mine
Times being what they areradar
Aeroplanes in my room
And I don’t know who’s flying them
They’re playing that tune
It’s okayI got my eye on them
They’re making their messages out of them smokes
Words evaporateI can’t read what they wrote
Their language is so strangeI never seen it’s kind
The smell of them vapors be taking my mind
Combined with that melodythem engines be humming
I pick up my mikeI put it down
See now I’m outside inI don’t know where I’m going
I gets in my carI starts rowing
But like the water is seeping
It’s getting in through the bottom
I tickle them fish
Swallow them wholenow I got some
Bonessticking in my throat
Has anybody seen my universal antidote
Bearing in mindmy mind’s soul food
Bearing in mindmy mind’s aquarian
Bearing in mindmy mind’s mine
Times being what they areradar
Bearing in mind yes yesy’all
Bearing in mindthere’s nothing in it
Bearing in mindmy mind’s mine
Times being what they areradar
Don’t even think ’bout it
Don’t even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop and wait
Don’t even think ’bout it
Don’t even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop
Don’t even think ’bout it
Don’t even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop and wait
Don’t even think ’bout it
Don’t even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop
And still it’s coollike they does it in egypt
I say come to that river manbut nobody’s seen it
Believe thatcinematicatmospheric
Panasonic my headphonesain’t nothing on it
Bonnets on carsmagazinesgirls on harleys
We’s sneaking up on babiesand we’s eating thems farleys
I don’t know where my girl isoh wellsomebody took her
Fixing those strings as she sings mr hooker
Spikey hair my headsince I cut off my dreads
I got the green fishs tailset sail on a moped
Jean of arc’s on the backtrying not to fall off
Valentines parkhip hopset it all off
It’s like I’m on a solitary exhibition
It’s like you see me everywherebut you still know that I be missing
Pissing in the wind as I’m lookin’ for them answers
In seventies movies and topless dancers
Bearing in mindmy mind’s soul food
Bearing in mindmy mind’s aquarian
Bearing in mindmy mind’s mine
Times being what they areradar
Bearing in mind there’s nothing in it
Bearing in mind yes yesy’all
Bearing in mind…
Times being what they areradar