False Reformation
I'm sick, sick of waiting in vain, tired of playing the game
Thinking of making a change, finally breaking the chains
When it's said and done, my head is right back in a haze
I'm ready for the next chapter & page to start acting my age
& part ways w/Black Thought from back in the days
I'm stargazing from the back of the stage
I'm thinking not now, but right now
I need some kinda sign that the future is bright now
Yo, opportunities lost because I blew them
On the sunniest days of my life I cry through them
Mom's is out the picture & Pops, I barely knew him
& I would pray to God but I'm tired of lying to Him
Tired of trying to run from the things inside of us
Got a lot of fam & a lot of admirers
Who tell me that I should aspire to be changed
But when I think of changing, it's like why even try this shit
My mind hazy & my thoughts, they get distorted
I know my good & bad deeds both get recorded
You do right so your soul can last
But my role is cast before I even audition for it
So I don't really see an end to my vice
It's just false reformation, no end of my strife
Feel the evil overpowering, you can go head throw the towel in
'Cause nigga, that's the end of the fight
When you can only see the tunnel at the end of the light
Lights out, party over, that's the end of your life
& I'm out
When I look into the mirror & see my own image
It feel like there's something else far off in the distance
Something I wanna see, but something that's resistant
& everyday the hearten is growing more persistent
I never noticed it before, but now I can't miss it
& the constant pounding is driving me ballistic
I ran from it for years, but it's still next to me
& it's growing stronger, taking even less of me
.... will it just start bringing out the best in me
But is the best in me really just the worst in me
I'm trying to get rid of these ghosts that's cursing me
I feel a change is an absolute certainty
'Cause what's going on is a state of emergency
Thinking of making a change, finally breaking the chains
When it's said and done, my head is right back in a haze
I'm ready for the next chapter & page to start acting my age
& part ways w/Black Thought from back in the days
I'm stargazing from the back of the stage
I'm thinking not now, but right now
I need some kinda sign that the future is bright now
Yo, opportunities lost because I blew them
On the sunniest days of my life I cry through them
Mom's is out the picture & Pops, I barely knew him
& I would pray to God but I'm tired of lying to Him
Tired of trying to run from the things inside of us
Got a lot of fam & a lot of admirers
Who tell me that I should aspire to be changed
But when I think of changing, it's like why even try this shit
My mind hazy & my thoughts, they get distorted
I know my good & bad deeds both get recorded
You do right so your soul can last
But my role is cast before I even audition for it
So I don't really see an end to my vice
It's just false reformation, no end of my strife
Feel the evil overpowering, you can go head throw the towel in
'Cause nigga, that's the end of the fight
When you can only see the tunnel at the end of the light
Lights out, party over, that's the end of your life
& I'm out
When I look into the mirror & see my own image
It feel like there's something else far off in the distance
Something I wanna see, but something that's resistant
& everyday the hearten is growing more persistent
I never noticed it before, but now I can't miss it
& the constant pounding is driving me ballistic
I ran from it for years, but it's still next to me
& it's growing stronger, taking even less of me
.... will it just start bringing out the best in me
But is the best in me really just the worst in me
I'm trying to get rid of these ghosts that's cursing me
I feel a change is an absolute certainty
'Cause what's going on is a state of emergency
Everything's changing around me
& I want to change too
It's one thing I know
It ain't cool being no fool
I feel different today
I don't know what else to say
But imma get my shit together
It's now or never
-The Roots-
