the call, smoke came, with the mist and all I saw a smaller version of me in a crystal ball Now was I runnin or in a race I asked 'Cause that nigga chasin
rains... And pieces of my life...floating, still soaring through space... But my sons and their wives landed on Mars to start another race... As I gazed upon my crystal
: On a snow crystal morning some place close to heaven On the side of a mountain in a race for the sun In a matter of moments the dream of a lifetime