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Sign of the Ages
Sign of the Ages
Gil Scott Heron
It’s the sign of the ages
Markings on my mind
Man 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
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
Yea, but where can you run
Since there a’int no world of your own
And you know that no one will ever miss you
When you’re finally gone
So you cry like a baby
Or you go out and get high
But there ain’t no peace on earth
Maybe peace when you die
Yea…
We will miss you, my brother
Rest well
Peace.
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