Gil Scott-Heron - Spirits

Message to the Messengers

It's a sign of the ages
Markings on my mind
Men at the crossroads
At odds with an angry sky

There can be no salvation
There can be no rest
Until all old customs
Are put to the test

The gods are all angry
You hear from the breeze
As night slams like a hammer
Yeah, and you drop to your knees

The questions can't be answered
You're always haunted by the past
The world's full of children
Who grew up too fast

Yeah, but where can you run
Since there ain't no world of your own
And you know that no one will ever miss you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you're finally gone

So you cry like a baby, a baby
Or you go out and get high
But there ain't no peace on earth, man
Maybe peace when you die, yeah

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Writer(s): Gil Scott-heron, Brian Jackson
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