HOOK
Good morning cos I'm still here. 
Didn't get a wake-up call from out there. 
So I'mma head back to the streets for my lessons. 
And only live by God's blessings

VERSE 1
Tell them his name Masir 
How he became, and got here
Goddess Son your highness aura 
The last born of seven, Christ to Flora 

Light on mother, whose life is honored 
Pride in flowers before yo burial 
A child that outgrew his home area Aging faster like progeria 
 
Dedicated to the cycle
A-gradеd in high school
Then placed on, a state job, accounting sеnse No days off, unpaid sums, account of events 

It rains more, I faced storms, and clouds of stress 
Kept faith strong, was raised upon, grounded path
My name from my great one, my doubting self
The great Julius Cesar 
Dictator or true leader, 
Is he Judas to Jesus 
Zuma to Malema
Humorous or serious
My soul, temple and the mind 
Fear not the terror of the night 
Nor the error of the light
They'll trample at my right
Determined for a fight 

Hevel, hevel, life hevel as it goes 
The Temples' popes in the devil's yolk 
Embattled souls, either tempted or woke

Think out the box or beat me to the punch 
Blink now he lost, by hook or a palm
Sing, proud to Lord, the book of psalms
Peace be upon, Alhamdullilah
 
Measure new heights, I'm custom tailor made
Alter true life, or mother nature's way

Studying philosophical sequels of Aristotle 
Poverty is evil if money is not good
Political principles, hungry power moves

Half Zionist, of Saint Engenas 
Half catholic, lest atheist is Mas 

When if not now
Where if not out 
Everyone is a Keynesian in the Fox hole
How the day in the news of Fox goes
Only Lord knows
Good morning, or not so