Lyrics by my good friend Miles:
With me gone, is there room for you
Am I flying, does it just seem so
I know your way, uncivilized and absent of will
From clearer bars, Ishamel, enacts a new story
Mother Culture dont want to follow
Teach me how to live or I'll die in sorrow
She whispers in my ear, hard not to follow
I've forgotten the way it feels, good to waste away
If only I could learn to lead, then maybe you would follow
My Ishmael
Ishmael, its hard to see the answers
When takers gonna take, it work for thing
I dont want to just another thing making it harder to leave
Belonging to the world
Evolve with me, Revolve with me
