Awaken and shaken, awaiting to be taken. Locked outside my funeral door oldman won't let me break-in. It's no mistake at every wake I've seen that black suit stare. The Ghostman's been there every time for those I love and care. He's gawking or stalking either way he's just not talking. I know it's complicated man, I just start walking. He seems to me a crazy man but where I turn he's there. Of ties that bind me in this life he is aware.

He shades me like a turban, we drift along the sand. Chanting and panting he lets me know I really am... In a new reality (boy).

I'm channeled and handled and left without a doubt. My family line ain't doing time they're waiting on the mount. The Bossman is a dancin' with Roses at his side. "Sonamagun" the holy one's got the devil towing the line. I'm packing, backtracking, my course is unrelenting. I know it's complicated man, there's no forgetting. That smell of Sunday morning, the bread is baking thin. Still locked outside my funeral door oldman I'm busting in.

I'm tangled in the grape vines. Don't hold me for my sins. Ghostman take my hand I know the walls are paper thin... Of my new reality (boy).

Pounding to the rhythm, hearts that beat as one, Blood lines pumping strong. I've known since I began. I've reached the promised land.