Gone 2015 - Robert Glasper, Pharoahe Monch

Can you play a beb-op?

Beb-op?

Some kind of pulse that goes on all the time you know

5, 4, 3, 2, watch it

My eyes have seen the light shine brightly on the other side twice

And each time it blinded me when it beamed it reminded me

Of dreams of God and Christ

The kind that I used to have when I was a teen

And I would twitch and blink and I would scream and switch

Whatever I was visualizing would fit into a split screen

Sort of a psychological device

On the right side God was black

On the other side Christ was white

God would spread his majestic wings

As wide as I could see towards the sky

And take flight so high that he would block the sun

And then he would return to Earth and look me

Directly in the eyes and ask me

What I already knew he would ask me, for spite

Would you be go once we gone

Let it resonate, get in tune with a tune like a tune fork

Let it breathe, let it live (talk to em!) let it reverberate

Black matter will live forever, our lives matter black

Black lives matter as a matter of fact

Black matter will live forever, our lives matter black

Black lives matter as a matter of fact

You all part of me, it’s what you say, I’m a part of you

The universe is the body, the Earth is a beautiful molecule

Humans are simply atoms part of the God Particle

Vibrate and kinetic energy endlessly searching for solitude

I marvel like us, phenomenal artistry, equate longitude

Latitude and feel magnetic fields in my abdominal

An astri-al projected…

To discover that we’re not home alone

I saw the stars are just genetic codes inside our chromosomes

Plus the moon is not made of provolone

Feel the undertone, check the overtones

Clueless the mass, confused the musical motor home

So I spit it in code and made a choice to walk global on

The God Particle, odd but logical

Not found on religious blogs in articles

The prodigle’s like a message from the honorable

Elijah Muhammad in the form of a song

Well then I’m gone

Well

Well