walk these sidewalks of concrete, used to be just i and i temple...
walking in the darkness of hatred and anger clouding my mental...
laid back and mellow, like a third eye existed destroyed...
a struggle within me, the grip of despair, the mindless void...
the thoughtless journey, once hopeless, now a vision controlled...
found the answer to life, blood of the savior flows through my soul...
i still walk on sidewalks of concrete, i and i temple transformed...
but now i walk with a father, i will never again walk alone...
-sidewalks of concrete-
funkadelic grassroots... one love