Arrested Development - Kneelin' At My Altar lyrics

Another morning kneelin' at my altar the day is faced with a bunch of grace on my case in this worldly rat race to keep the pace I depend on ancestors and God and by the way my real name is Todd. That's how my dead ancestors address me that is those that knew me as that. My African names hasn't been revealed yet. My knees don't mind the bendin' as long as the bending keeps me from bending or compromising my views and pride the inside world gets me prepared for the outside I can't wake up on the wrong side of the bed as long as my soul has been fine tuned and lubed and altars are cool for my inner urge to resume to the universe SMPTE tone or metronome. Kneelin at my altar in the morning time I got to kneel at my altar Simply put one is naïve if they believe that this system does not deceive its populous dropping us lies in a sack like a stork & there's still fumes in a no smoking section of a room forces are tugging at you from both sides to be centered I pray and pour libatioin Oh from there it's digglity diggity done I've rinsed my senses & armor allied my armor instead of being grouchy I'm a natural charmer chillin' with or friends to relatively no end & oh my Lord I'm feelin' exuberated cool vibes & disciplined enough to go outside and don't you know I gotta feel dope