They say you taught me how to talk
Bet you wish you taught me how to stop
you're far away now, wish I could take a walk with you someplace
you explained me to our parents
English wasn't their first language
They spoke German, hated Germans
confusing times
Oh sister
down midwest backseat bumpy seats
you sang my beatles songs with me
I sang your Broadway melodies, bad harmony
and where would Willie Mays have been
without Jackie Robinson
and who can say what I'd been
without you to lead the way
after I showed some guys I could drink
You picked me of the lawn I think
And led me to the kitchen sink
Where I got rid of it
Some nights I lay awake in awe
As squinting through the dark I saw
You peeling off your teenage bra
The door slightly ajar
Oh sister
You lived just across the hall
For 18 summers, 18 falls
until you went away to that weird college in Wisconsin
and where would Willie Mays have been
without Jackie Robinson
and who can say what I'd been
without you to lead the way
trust yourself, and you can do anything
this I give to you
May your heart purr like a bumblebee
May all your backyards have a tree
May you always be HIV negative
I hope you meet some guy who
Treats women better than I do
I don't even care if he's a Jew or not
Oh sister
I remember in the temple hall
at out dear father's funeral you sang like a nightingale
one of his own songs
and where would Willie Mays have been
without Jackie Robinson
and who can say what I'd been
without you to lead the way[Killah Priest]
The mind, Heavy Mental, Jesus Christ is, Heavy Mental
Everything brings in, Heavy Mental day, the day you will experience something
Heavy Mental, never done, Heavy Mental..
Information begins the gathering
starting the pattern and stargate towards Saturn
between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
you don't need any passport, all you need is a thought
suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
the flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
the brain begins to process as we start the conquest
from out the physical bondage, the thought
launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
as we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of Bethlehem
I eat lamb with Abraham and break bread with the son of man
so slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
as I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
don't look back why, cause we're almost there
just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
beyond the measure of yards
you can't comprehend to god or to distance between stars
pick up quasars inside the radar
as we're going far past any astronaut
moving so fast in this aircraft
everything we pass get hot, from the take-off
the blast turns glass into rocks
at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass
till I become a beam of gas
and travel through a extreme draft
unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,
giant antennas, high tech space cameras
or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
I'm in sta