Keep Track Lyrics

Aiyo – in Jet City, it’s a whole lot happenin’
River City it’s a whole lot happenin’
Tampa Bay, it’s a whole lot happenin’
Up in Atlanta it’s a whole lot happenin’
In Cincinnati it’s a whole lot happenin’
In Portland it’s a whole lot happenin’
In every spot I’ve ever been I find
Men and women resigned to try and keep track of time…

Consumed by the flow of the flume, I ride rapids
Marooned, the map’s written in Rune – decipher this,
kid
Impugned by the spirits entombed; the didactic of doom
If not for the black balloon I would’ve missed it
Interposed by secular droves demanding answers
Who chose the standards of rogues over the mystics?
Deposed – over the summit rose the grand banner of
those
Who battled fate to escape the throes of physics
Amused by the glow of the fuse, the wick sparks
We choose to call conditions “improved” with no
logistics
Unmoved by the chorus of “oohs” or the barks of the
prudes
I follow the marks of Sioux’s tribal blitzes
Forewarned by the bugler’s horn – the cock crows
And swarms of fowl flock to the warmth of outer limits
Adorned with a diadem of thorns, now the clock’s got
horns
Every last lock shorn – it’s too explicit, but yo

Up in Athena it’s a whole lot happenin’
Iraklio it’s a whole lot happenin’
Even Prassas got a whole lot happenin’
In Abdu it’s a whole lot happenin’
At Capsis it’s a whole lot happenin’
Knossos knows a whole lot’s happenin’ In every spot I’ve ever been I find
Men and women resigned to try and keep track of time…

Allayed by the shadow of shade – light’s oppressive
Afraid the test is only a grade – the sum of digits
Betrayed by the master of slaves; the antiseptic on
blades
Teach ‘em a lesson; the maze – come and get it
Pronounced by the Duke and the Count to be the promise
Announced – I’m assigned to the house – repute’s illest
Surmount the opposition and bounce – a man of modest
accounts
Hierarchy trounced when I shoot to kill it
Bereaved by the acts of thieves – my term’s served
Believe not words – those who grieve will be uplifted
Decreed in the books of the freed – you’d be unnerved
to read
When the lines are blurred, your speed is shifted
Crossed by the albatross, I see the signs
The frost is climbin’ over the moss, I feel timid
I pause to collect my thoughts – how was this time
lost?
Pray that I find the source of the remedy, yo

Up in Lusaka it’s a whole lot happenin’
Luanshya it’s a whole lot happenin’
In Kitwe it’s a whole lot happenin’
Mpongwe it’s a whole lot happenin’
Kulundu, it’s a whole lot happenin’
Lilanda it’s a whole lot happenin’
In every spot I’ve ever been I find
Men and women resigned to try and keep track of time…

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