The Unraveling - The Roots, Raheem DeVaughn

And I’m somebody new today

Free of my sins today

Feels like they’re washed away

A man with no future, a man with no future

What did the thief say onto the hanging man?

«Here come the hounds, lay your burdens down in advance»

Redemption in the slow grind of chance

My grandmother’s hands, the pomp and circumstance

Free at last!, free at last!

A different me at last

Scattered like an ash, or history that’s past

Came from nowhere, disappear just as fast

A life out of balance, a touch out of grasp

A timetraveler headed to a night catches us

The final stop on the line for all passengers…

And I’m somebody new

Free of my sins today

Feels like they’re washed away

A man with no future, a man with no future…