Minutes Before... Lyrics

Guess who's back

The king of my time, the legend of rhymes

The beam in the sky, the hope in the lies

I sealed, signed and wrote it, nigga

Ahead of my time, the thief in the night, a jewel in your life, A mood that's just right, there's nothing more important Nigga, the food that you like, a smile with closed eyes, a voice in the light, a shoulder to cry

Oh boy, is you right

Bring that energy and you might just survive

Try the other kind and it will be your time

I live in these types, my journey the ride

My whip is the rhymes, the destination, all time

Bitch, I'm the joy inside, a beautiful mind

Humble and kind, I'm real on all sides

While spinning throughout time

While spinning through time

I , I realised

Hey, I'll be just fine

Yeah, I'll be just fine

While spinning through time

I, I realised

Hey, I'll be just fine

In my little life

Sign of the times, no one cares about it

Until someone they love tries their hand without it

Yeah, this just one of thousands may peace and love

Overwhelm the doubting

I pray you listen with your open ears

Cause that nigga wrote these with his tears

The pages looking kinda weird

The words pierce my chest like a spear

But really, I have no fear

If you wanna interfere, relax, we don't do those here

You missed it by a couple years

But in truth, I never reveal

Cause I only deal, chef'd the meal, fed my soul, tried to heal

But all you saw was a villainous heel

You'll get it, bitch

While spinning through time

I, I realised

Hey, I'll be just fine

Yeah, I'll be just fine

While spinning through time

I, I realised

Hey, I'll be just fine

In my little life

I pray you remember my

Life

Eternally I give to you

Life

Don't waste it, save it

The day will come when you trip

Whilst you tryna chase it

No greater pain than chasing a home you already made in

The way to infinity is within

So when you forget the worth of your own

I'll be right here to guide you with this pain

No matter the risk, I want you to remember this

While spinning through time

I, I realised

Hey, I'll be just fine

Yeah, I'll be just fine

While spinning through time

I, I realised

Hey, I'll be just fine

In my little life

If you were told that you were going to be given

Half an hour's interview with God

And you had the privilege of asking one question

I wonder what you would ask

You might be given some preparation too

Because when you think what is your ultimate question

You'll probably do many things before you arrive at it

And I know many people would discover that they had no question to ask

The situation would be altogether too overwhelming

But many people to whom I've put this problem

Say that the question that they would ask is:

"Who am I?"

And that is something we know very little about

Because whatever it is that we call "I"

Is too close for inspection

It's like trying to bite your own teeth…

Or to touch the tip of your finger

With the tip of the same finger

And although other people can tell you

Who you are and do

They only see you from the outside

As you see them from the outside

And you don't see from the inside

And so…

The nature of what it is that we call "I"

Is extremely puzzling

Because there is some confusion

As to how much of us is "I"

We talk in ordinary ways about: my body, my feet

And when we go to the dentist to have our teeth fixed

We regard him rather as a mechanic

Like you take your car to the garage

So you take your body

To the surgeon or the dentist or whatever it is

To be fixed, have the parts changed

Or something of that kind

We're getting to work on that now

And so the question is

When somebody has a heart transplant

That sounds very radical

Because we say in my heart of hearts

But nowadays, most of us seem to feel that

Whatever it is that "I" is

Is located in the head

Somewhere behind the eyes and between the ears

Is the centre

And the rest of us is an appendage, a vehicle

Which carries the self around

That "I" am very different from

What we call the other

Other people, other things, anything that we can become aware of is sort of other

There is an opposition apparently

Between the knower and the known

And so we talk about facing reality

We talk about coming into this world

As if somehow we didn't belong

As if instead of being leaves growing out of a tree

We were a lot of birds that had alighted on bare branches