Human Instrument

Another case of the blues
Seven days a week that's a race to the truth
The voice got the bass in it too and that sax smooth
With the trumpets and wait 'til you hear that last flute
Yo my instrument getting tuned
Act the same when nobody and visitors in the room
Dogging every beat I'm like wait 'til they get him groomed
Got a different lift off this floor you see him loom
C'mon and zoom

God bless all the fingers
The mouths on the singers
Every note that could linger
The metaphors that I think of
The self is what I tinker
Whatever floats your boat just don't invest in a sinker
Be independent made you less of a thinker
Saw through your soul that citizen looking senior
Uh' tunnel vision using less of these blinkers
The human spirit cause clearly after death you could linger
Uh'

See the thing about a human right
It has a purpose before and after it lives you know what I'm saying
Matter cannot be created or destroyed
Just forgotten to a certain extent you know what I'm saying
That's why you gotta make your stamp
You feel me