Today    Sunday    On the nineteenth day of October at one a.m.    Nineteen ninety seven    I had a vision    No, well not exactly like a vision    No but like a sight    Well not exactly like a sight but more like a dream    Yeah like a daydream    Like two scenes short of a nightmare    Except I wasn't scared    Looking at the lines of these mean mugs    Extremely super beamed up drugged    Induced with extra juice in their jugs    Try'na hold a tight hug    To tonight's pocket rocket    With a flicker of a spark in their eye socket plugs    My shoulders shrugged as to the meaning of this encounter    Trying to find something to read into    What's this going to lead into?    A lesson or just another brother confessing?    Either way he's expressing mind    But I was pressing for time    Now show me some type of sign that your words are divine    But he just stood there    Speechless    Choked up    His talk box all broke up    With no real use of his God giving any more just living    I watch 'em all walk into the flames    When they could walk into the vastness of their brains