I’m gonna say
And you’re gonna say if you dig it or you don’t
And if you don’t I don’t blame you
Nothing but love from me
Your world tells you not to see what’s there
Your mind filled with your constructed social consciousness
But you ain’t conscious
Your suit is your bitter blanket
Your office is your cot
Your sleeping to the lullaby you’ve been sung since birth
Not me my eyes are open pops
And they are looking at you
And I can see you more clearly than you could ever see yourself
And I want to sing you a different song
I’ll give you my guitar
Lend you my hands
And I will let you lead me in the composition
Of a beautiful hymn
And when I hear your melody
In an instant I know you
And I know you can’t wake up
You ain’t got the want
If nuclear bombs don’t revive you
Then what I say won’t
These cold winds won’t give you a chill
I have walked through the dirt
And the blood and the heinous ravages of man
And I have come out clean and reborn
And I want you to be clean too
I want you to know the way
The righteous ain’t right, they’re privileged
They’re on the scene to pick the carcass clean
Leftovers are only left cause something is fixing on eating them later
What you should be hearing if you’re listening momma
Is that I am your Sherpa
I can show you the sweet desert sunshine
I am your candyman
Come taste the rainbow
Let me ask you
Do ya dig paradise
Do ya dig
