Another morning, kneelin' at my altar   The day is faced with a bunch of grace   On my case in this worldly rat race   To keep the pace, I depend on ancestors and god      And by the way my real name is Todd   That's how my dead ancestors address me   That is those that knew me as that   My African name hasn't been revealed yet      My knees don't mind the bendin'   As long as the bending keeps me from bending   Or compromising my views and pride   The inside world gets me prepared for the outside      I can't wake up on the wrong side of the bed   As long as my soul has been fine tuned and lubed and   Altars are cool for my inner urge to resume   To the universe SMPTE tone or metronome      Kneelin' at my altar   Kneelin' at my altar, yes   Kneelin' at my altar   In the morning time   I got to kneel at my altar      K N E E L I N at my altar   K N E E L I N at my altar   K N E E L I N at my altar   K N E E L I N at my altar      Simply put one is naive if they believe   That this system does not deceive its   Populous dropping us lies in a sack like a stork   And there's stops that drop from Cali to N.Y.      Images are burnt into our brain cells to the extent   There's still fumes in a no smoking section of a room   Forces are tugging at you from both sides   To be centered, I pray and pour libation      Oh from there it's diggity diggity done   I've rinsed my senses and armor allied my armor   Instead of being grouchy I'm a natural charmer   Chilin' with my friends to relatively no end      And oh my Lord, I'm feelin' exuberated   Cool vibes and disciplined enough to go outside   And don't you know it's gotta be like that   Feeling dope