Old Friend

(It's a common enough sight, a life in danger; a man on night shift stumbles against a machine. A woman awakens with agonizing chest pains. All too often it's the prelude to the end of the life, to the easy act of dying. For all the millions who believe devoutly in an afterlife, a life after death, this sort of thing can well be no more than a prelude, a staging point on the way to an immortal hereafter. But what about the others, the ones who see dying as an intermission? Those who believe in a life after life? What about those who claim a previous existence here on Earth? The ones like these: "Oh, my chest, oh my chest" "I'm ready to go") It's funny meetin' you here We used to fist-fight and crack beers We both died at 17 that time One scuffle, one night, we both took a long flight Before then we were in France in the '50's, suits spiffy We feelin' like the first hippies We used to scoot to London, f*ck ditties in hotels That's why we find the movies funny as hell We was both there And been here for centuries, times plus Remember me? Your clan and my clan protected God-like entities from enemies Bangin' the same hoes from different time periods I bagged Diana Dors You had Lola Elayne Falana And though they never claim us My G we been rich and famous God giveth but the face claimeth We meet again, old friend From trading blows in Asia To crossing paths as complete strangers Let's eat again old friend Old friend (Fragments of memories that we have stored in our brains Memories that can be elicited by moving into an environment that resembles something that we've already experienced So we don't have to invoke 'parallel universes' We don't have to invoke the 'multiverse' In order to explain most deja vus) Your face was there Your face was there Your face was there Didn't recognize until I caught the little things Strange habits of my abilities Patterns of how I deal with things Babies point at me differently Gotta be wise, ladies equate me to Billie Jean But, that ain't mine, no son, Jackson Tyson, Neeson, with no one Seen Shebas, Amaras, Medusas Couldn't call it, it's my aura The archetype to go through this Us fightin' it is doves crying, tryna uncover my front life One time on my blood line One time want my blood flyin' What's it to them so obvious they acknowledge me Before I've been acquired knowledge of my self And wanna conquer me like Ottomans Felt the world's weight and problems Since Yahweh named me "Solomon" Solititude amongst a lot of men Just how I roll, except those Few instances with kindred spirits senses seem to know Heard my own soul echo 'cross the wormhole's belly Told Quelle "catch you when we make it" Or on the other side of New Delhi Peculiar waves I can identify in the audience and our telly We was walkin' by, drew correlations to a coronation She caught my eye Threw a kiss, it was a flaming lips It was too contrived, almost blew her by Didn't have a clue Couldn't crucify my destiny to this messy loop Saw her sigh but something chimed "Your face was there, old friend" Old friend we meet again (Are you searching for deeper meaning in your life? Have you read all the books? Taken all the classes? And still, you don't have a clear understanding of your life's purpose? And, what you're meant to do with your life You know, when you see the bigger picture of your life Your soul's plan unfolds right before your eyes And then you finally understand where you've been Where you're going And, why you're here now And then your next steps will become crystal clear)