stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes | watch the ASL video! Today's the Day I Die Track 16 from "My God!" by proGrammar I awake from sleep for the last time and ask My God what my tasks for the day might be, and It says, "_________." The same as yesterday. The best of ways to let me know I know too much already. I'm all ready for the day; hop out of bed already dressed. Got my best shoes + socks on; suit of heavy paper. Peek outside: the sun's been up a sec, peekin' thru the clouds. Still ignorant am I at this point to the fact of this fateful day. It occurs to me, "I might die today," and everything stays the same. Nothing changes 'cause nothing strange this is; nothing to complain about. Nothing my life hasn't been about ever since I figured it out a couple years ago. "Your fears, let go," I told myself, "You're helpless, and fear's bad for your health. Better to face it. Better yet, to just embrace it. Best of all, entirely erase it from your considerations; make it the cornerstone of your calculations." Check my heart: no palpitations. I step into the shower. Take an hour making breakfast, and a quarter cleaning up. Feening for the coffee cup, I roll myself a puff... of smoke, and think about the stuff Plato put in Socrates's mouth. Like how 'bout the one about: It's illogic to fear Death, 'cause none of us have done it yet, and returned to report on the pros + cons. You know he was on some shit; all I know's: Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die, the day I fry. The day I go bye-bye. The day I get to stop wondering why there's gotta be so many different ways in which to lay me down to sleep. The least disturbing of which would be in the midst of being sound asleep. Or ground up like a pound of beef via a machine I was inspecting. Or, maybe, found on the ground of the Puget Sound; it's deep. Or, running 'round downtown in a Jeep, I could crash, get car-jacked, or talk back to the wrong hound police. K-9s on my nuts, w/ .45 slugs in my butt. Tell the Crips I'm a Blood. Step to their girls, be like, "What's up?" Stay up too late getting down + be found in the crown of one of the trees surrounding my apartment building. Be only partly willing to go along with the wishes of a vicious hostage-taker. Sausage-maker -- Oh, already said that one. Play with a gun. Improperly use an industrial chemical, or ride in a car. This ride so far's been fraught with so many chances t'do dance with Death. The fact I haven't bought it yet? I can only attest to the grace of My God, I know: Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... You know what? The most dangerous thing about my E.S.P. is I believe it sometimes to be telling me the date, time, means + motive of my own execution as a soldier in the Army of this Roots Revolution. You know, the one that fights for its brother as well as itself. The only valorous way left to go down these days. I get a full no-state funeral. My family's assembled, fully flanked by my friends, whom I thank until the end, for sending me hither + thither, to grow my soul bigger. The music makes 'em quiver, cause the chorus is -- go figure! Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... Today's the day I die... stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes | watch the ASL video!

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