In Tune (feat. Amir Sulaiman)

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 cooperate As if it's something you agreed to Before criminals constitution nothing's illegal 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 of 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 of 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 of 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 Jesus 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 bare witness to the oneness That from nothingness brought forth all of existence So don't mind me If I seem a little of key Or I sing a little of key It's more than mere melody I'm in tune We're in tune (you're in tune, you're in tune, you're in tune)