I Be The Prophet

I can’t relax I need to meditate
Yeah, I’ll make 'em wait
Yeah, I’ll make 'em wait
Time moves in numbers
I count the summers, direct the drummers
Tell me you don’t feel nothing
Would you like to ride on my train, or
Would you like to drink from my vein?
My vibe’s just a (fuckin') feeling
I see the ceiling
And adjust to such a feeling
I be the prophet, slay me then we’ll cross it
I’m already on the other side