This is my autobiography, although it may seem premature
Everything that's gonna happen to me already passed my door
Every sweet love affair, every triumph every shame
The colors explode, but when they clear they do not stain
I think you know what I mean
And in the words of my mother, a good man uses his humility
And in the words of my lover, baby just give me what I need
And in the words of my father don't think too much of money and wealth
The bad man might reap profit and praise
but the good man meets with the lord himself
I think you know what I mean
I keep trying to believe any of the lullabies ever sung to me
And in the words of S.P. Taylor, everybody knows it's too late
And in the words of my sister, Evie's birthday's on the 28th
And in the words of Stephen Biko, either you're proud or you're dead
It's in the moves of Muhammed Ali if
you live on earth, you got to pay the rent
Temporary euphoria, hypnotised in the dance of death
Everybody is looking around, trying to find what he does best
And in the words of my daughter, daddy why'd you bring me here?
I guess I'm craving something that will never disappear
I think you know what I mean