"Good morning, Brook-nam"   Another stop... on the train   (wake up... wake up... wake up...)   We come to a stop that everybody got to make...    Whether you local or express      [Talib Kweli]   What's the meanin of ghettofabulous   Not ridin the back of the bus   I'm a revolutionary antagonist   Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love   Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs   I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin   You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line   Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal   It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal   Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction   We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen    at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts   On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts   Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want   Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped   Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back   When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack   Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go   They come back as tales of niggas we used to know   Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory   Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories   Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out   like respect and fade out like TV sets   into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you   Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you      [Hook: Talib Kweli]   Good mourning, good afternoon, good night   What have you done with your life?   Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light   You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man   I'm puttin up a hellafied fight   {*Hi Tek scratch: "Stay awake to the ways of the world"*}      [Talib Kweli]   I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin   With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin   You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin   Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent   My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for   We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+   Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you speak   don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep"   In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin   Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin   You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go   Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow   Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored   You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr   Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father   Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother   Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper   Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor   The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ   It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered      [Hook: Talib Kweli]   Good mourning, good afternoon, good night   What have you done with your life?   Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light   You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man   I'm puttin up a hellafied fight   {*Hi Tek scratch: "Stay awake to the ways of the world"*}      [Talib Kweli]   Yo, the time come for everybody..   It ain't somethin you can really prepare for      Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and   Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and   Grover Washington, rock rock on and   My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and   Big L, rock rock on and   Freaky Tah rock rock on and   Jerome Green, rock rock on and   Slang Ton, rock rock on and   We celebrate life.. {*echoes*}