Yeah.
You know theres a lot of song out there about life in the street
But this one, this is about The street
Its just what we call faith livin' on the street called straight
I took a stroll down the straight called str8
Met a medicine man about 1/3 of the way
Predecessor to the pusherman
With somethin to say
About an apple a day
Keepin the sickness away
I valued his advice at face
At first
Till he enlightened me to how precise nature worked
Givin us citrus fruits in winter time for vitamin c
Just met each other but im already invited for tea
(Sub7an allah)
As fate would have it
He & i turned out to be related
A small world's even smaller when you're arab - aint it?
Made it a point to soak in all his information
Bout regenerative meditations
& Preventitive medication
Like a modern Ibn Sina
With a pretty calm demeanor
& A remedy for everything
That plagued the arab nations
Yet when asked of how to cope with our impossible fate
He just said follow the middle path
To a Street Called Straight
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
That's where we cease all hate
& Pray to 3ish peace all day
I took a stroll down the street called str8
Met a spiritual teacher about 2/3 of the way
Predecessor to the preacherman
With somethin to say
About a prayer a day
Keepin the satan's at bey
He spoke of angels on our shoulders
And the angles of our solar
Systematic self-destruction
Metaphysical corruption
With a danger to our polar
Ice caps
Till it's out of our control
& In the hands of our beholder
We philosophized for over
20 minutes like that
Taught me lessons
Any questions he would
Give em right back
Said the answers were within us
& I didnt like that
But i realized later why he did it like that
I had so much more to learn
Clock was ticking - couldnt stall
Committed his words to my memory
His wisdom was enthrallin
Yet when askin him what was the most important to recall
He just said follow the middle path
Straight Street & that is all
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
That's where we cease all hate
& Pray to 3ish peace all day
I took a stroll down the street called str8
Met a carpenter hard at work at the end of the way
Predecessor to the architect with somethin to say
About not doin tomorrow
What should be finished today
He manipulated wood & metal till it followed function
Building all through Via Recta
& Cardo Maximus junction
Somethin told me he was wise beyond his years
I had a feelin
From the way that he'd exposed the beams
& Ornamented ceilings
With an ambidextrous half
Nonchalantly jest & laugh
Sayin that my western education
Made it hard to grasp
His connection to the past
Deep-rooted in his craft
But was more than willing to share with me
The tools he knew i lacked
And for that i would be grateful
Learnin how to build the monumental for the playful
& The humble for the faithful
Yet when asked of how we'd stack against our impossible odds
He just said follow the middle path
Straight Street to the Gods
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
It's just what we call fate
Llivin on a Street Called Straight
That's where we cease all hate
& Pray to 3ish peace all day