Robert Glasper - In Tune Lyrics
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    In Tune

    I heard him call out
    I heard him call for his mother
    And I didn't even call my mother
    I wanted to avoid talking about the elephant in the room
    The pig on my neck
    The devil on detail
    We were born of a people who were torn from their people
    For the root of all evil
    From it, sprung the trunk, the branches, and the fruit of all evil
    Unless they need you, they act as if they don't see you
    Besiege you, and tell you to cooperatе
    As if it's something you agreed to
    Before criminals constitution nothing's illеgal
    Except people who were once property destroying property, upheaval
    Keep your eye on the sparrow, the bald eagle
    Defeathered and beheaded at the stoop of the steeple
    Guarded by soldiers, stupid yet lethal
    It doesn't matter if a liar has a republic or democracy, or monarchy, it's malarkey
    Don't mind me if I seem a little off key, or I sing a little off key
    But when we're on keys
    We can unlock things
    Souls freed otherwhise held hostage
    On the ebony and ivory
    With the heart of a gnostic
    But hands of a locksmith
    A pharmacist, a prescription for the toxic
    Eating away at our subconcious
    8 ball in the corner pocket
    8 ball on the corner cop it
    How can we stop it when the cops and the robbers
    Money is their religion
    They follow the same profits
    So don't mind me if I seem a little off key, or I sing a little off key
    But once we're in tune, oh
    We can conduct the cosmos!
    Conductor of the orchestra
    Conductor of the underground railroad
    Don't you see the kick, the thump, the heart
    The crashing cymbals as symbols of shields
    No Captain America, no cap in America
    If you're black in a finger snap
    Fade to black in america
    So don't mind me if I seem a little off key, or I sing a little off key
    More than mere melody
    Using horn and string to quarantine from a disease
    That sees us as less as humans
    And more as things
    So we don't play music
    We pray music
    Those same nooses hang useless
    Raise the dead like Jesús did
    We don't play music
    We pray music
    Vivid and lucid
    Dreams let loose in the pure hearts with divine acoustics
    We lay blueprints at the blue note
    I come from a people transmuted, transformed by song
    Until the musicians are translucent
    Until you see through them and see through this
    And bear witness to the oneness
    That from nothingness brought forth all of existence
    So don't mind me If I seem a little off key, or I sing a little off key
    It's more than mere melody
    I'm in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune
    We're in tune

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