O’hene: Yo, you ever just have a weird dream or nightmare? Have you ever had a weird dream or nightmare? Y’all tell me. Sort of like this one right here. I don’t know man. Crazy. I don’t know about, like this one. Anyway, let Him be praised

Verse 1:
Listen to these lyrics doc
And experience how I lived the theory of the grandfather’s paradox
Time travel, to way back in time
Grandpop was in the shop ‘bout to meet grandma
Handsome dude in a suit decently pressed
Cocked his hat to the side just like Eliot Ness
Dude was phat with socks and shoes to match
His suit and hat, no not the usual cat
How do I approach a man that big
And tell him I’m his grandson when the man’s yet to have kids?
What’s more, it would have to be I
That the guy’s twenty-three and I’m twenty-five
But somehow I get the courage to talk to this boy
‘bout how I came from the future and things I saw
He ain’t believe me of course, he thought I was off
Even the janitor was laughing while he was mopping the floor
At that moment my grandmother walked through the door
Looking as pretty and as young as I’d ever saw
Grandpop was impressed, so was my grandmother
I could tell by the way that they glanced at each other
‘What’s your phone number?’ he asked, she laughed, alas
I’m thinking to myself, ‘at last,’ all I gotta do now is play cupid
But the next move I made was straight stupid
I forgot that the floor was wet
I slipped into a jar of pickles that fell on the floor and guess
Yes, it made a mess, I’m worried to death
And grandma left ‘cause pickle juice was all on her dress
O’hene (talking to himself): Wake up. Yo O’hene man, wake up!

Verse 2:
Grandpop ran to the door for his would-be missus
Pissed at me ‘cause he ain’t get the digits
Now this is ridiculous, I’m all shook up
What is to become of me if they don’t hook up?
I decided to time travel to ’78
To Virginia, St. Joseph’s, my birthdate
I was looking at the wall for the charts at the time
For Denise C. Shockley, that was my mom
It was strange and I started going insane
The nurse told me no one had checked in under that name
I went out to the front door, stood in the rain
Hoping my mother would check in but she never came
Time travel again, this time to North Philly
To New Kirk, where all my young boys will be
I saw my boys, there were three not four
When I moved to the block, I became the fourth boy
I watched ‘em play sports, this time they cut it short
It wasn’t even, it was only three of ‘em
If I was there, we’d probably play to the evening
Leaving so late, we’d go home and get a beating
On the way home they got jumped by some kids
From my old neighborhood that I grew up with
And that’s a trip
O’hene: That’s really a trip, that’s really a trip. Anyway, pinch this kid man. Get up yo. Sitting there having… Somebody pinch him?

Verse 3:
Time travel to Ghana, you won’t believe me
It’s my aunt Selassie and my uncle Stevie
I hope they’ll be happy to see me
I’ve been through a lot
I just want to come home and watch tv
I’m standing at the gate and the car pulls up
I’m saying to myself, ‘hope this ain’t no more stuff’
Then the kid jumps out and he’s yelling, "Look, dad"
Showing Uncle Stevie his new book bag
So I took that as a sign
Either that kid’s face is mine or I’m out of my mind
I proceeded to attack him, Aunt Selassie yelled, "Help!"
Her bodyguard came out for backup
I knew I couldn’t fight that nut so I backed up
And dashed out the front thinking to myself, ‘That sucks’
It couldn’t get worse
Until I ran into my favorite teacher [Mr. Armoire?] from [Rich Church?]
Who made claims that he didn’t remember me
Is this the end of me or maybe his memory?
It’s gotta be his memory
(O’hene: Sir, you sure you don’t remember me?)
Yo, he went back to the classroom
The desk that I used to sit at was empty
Maybe i’m in the bathroom
I watched as the class wrote mad notes
With only Ebenezer in the class to crack jokes
The recess bell rang and cats stayed in
Because the weather was bad, it was raining
I watched as they played in
Knowing about this time I’d be rapping to entertain them
But I was nowhere to be found
O’hene (to himself): Nope, nope, nowhere to be found. Dag. You obviously dreaming. You wake up

Verse 4:
After all this searching and all this hurting
Yo, I’m sure I can trust one person (maybe two)
Time travel, now to 2003
Maybe my wife and daughter will remember me
When I walked in the house it looked different
It wasn’t the same house I lived in
What’s up with this, kid
I ran to my daughter’s room, and it was weird
All the Winnie The Pooh stuff on the wall had disappeared
I’m getting scared, nah, I’m getting mad
Who would redo my daughter’s room, it was Trav
Then my wife walks in with Deedee and Nicole
But they looked startled, they just see me and they roll
I started thinking about all the time-traveling
That is when the mystery started unraveling
I thought about hip-hop and what it would be
All the would-be emcees I never would teach
How I never hooked up with Black
So he could dominate gospel rap and have a passion for that
How I never met Blay or Play
And got to talk with Micheal Coard about rap all day
Mel took his beat back home, it turned into a metronome
And the idea went back in his dome
I looked in the mirror like, ‘Yo, what is this?’
But who am I talking to? I don’t exist