I think I might... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions
I know the way you've been living Life's so reckless, tragedy endless Welcome to the family Hey, there's something missing Only time will alter your vision
's a house up on the hill I hear the laughter And our children seem to grow each year much faster We're alone now in this emptiness and love still grows But only visions
a girl was conceived Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution And lactated to attack hate Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate Her emptiness
in siftin' through the darkness Like a mornin' wife reminisce Having visions of her long gone prince Memory drips, rain drops tip Towin' emptiness Intermixed
him And she never once had shown it And she took him off the streets And she dried his tears of grieving She listened to his visions She believed in
bitch, All ya'll niggas suck my balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred
you've won Let's burn a hole so we can climb out Of these paper walls and this empty house We're the only thing that's real These visions we have of
Slowly I awake in the same empty room Feeling lost in the illusion of the last rainy night When my visions seem so real The morning comes to rescue me
heavy mist My vision took a sudden twist Tangerine trees and marmalade skies and Plasticine porters with looking glass ties Empty people stood in grey Children laughing far away An empty
capsule And watched the planet slowly turning blue The lights before me flashed and sparkled Holding keys to lives I've wandered through Circuits buzzing, visions
racing from this power yesterday is gona Love the way you feel the pain Your face is filled with Shadwos from this nasty war Every breath is emptyness
just as quick as ya came, not a silent one But a defiant one, never a normal one 'Cause I'm the bastard son with the visions of the move Vocals not to
for a light Face painted cigarette white You asked the cleanest boy you found Couldn't see me turned around His fingers stretched across your empty
am And I'm sorry if I displease you What am I fighting for It's not my war Till today I was in my way Clouding up the lens Of my own vision I gave
I think of the heart that I've broken And the golden chances that have passed me by The dreams I've once made, now are empty As empty as the bubbles
use to have a friend named Minnie Riperton Who use to always say when she was living "Like fine wine I like seeing the glass of life as half full than half empty