The Vision - Aceyalone

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