Brooklyn to the Galaxies

Family memory

From Brooklyn streets to distant galaxies — kindness as cosmic travel.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

Yo, they told us we just start dust Caught in a cosmic dust up
Just a random cluster, no luster Just chemical structure
Yeah, they call it the truth The math, the cold, hard fact
That the mystery of the soul Is just a nerve cell act
Uh, I'm trapped in the logic A mental project
Looking at the ceiling Trying to find the data point
That validates a human feeling Just atoms in a vacuum
Word up, moving in a line But if it's all just physics
Then why does the sun shine? It's the physics of the heart
Word up, the alchemy of the soul Turn it simple elements
Into a story that is told From the blueprint is divine
Yeah, it's more than just reaction It's a miracle designer
Making molecules who's dance Finding beauty in the order
Word up, not just a random chance Check the kitchen, the steam rising
The seasoning in the pot It ain't just heat transfer
Look at everything we got A barn that's built on years
Shared laughter and some tears Physical manifestation
A conquer in the fears See the movement of the youth
The vibration of the throat A frequency of joy
Piece word up, hitting every note That's matter coming alive
Organized and refined The highest form of science
Is the piece we're gonna find It's the physics of the heart
Word up, the alchemy of the soul Turn it simple elements
Into a story that is told From the blueprint is divine
Yeah, it's more than just reaction It's a miracle designer
Making molecules who's dance Finding beauty in the order
Word up, not just a random chance Piece look at the sky
The blueprint of design Every atom in its place
Yeah, it's doing just fine Breath in the lungs, memory in the brain
Love is the chemical It's washing out the pain
It's majestic Word up, the macro, the micro
Turning that cold logic to a spiritual hydro
It's alive, everything is alive It's the physics of the heart
Word up, the alchemy of the soul Turn it simple elements
Into a story that is told From the blueprint is divine
Yeah, it's more than just reaction It's a miracle designer
Yo, we're waking up the matter dance Finding beauty in the order
Word up, not just a random chance Finding beauty in the order
Word up, piece Word up, from the subatomic
To the stars, it's all the same thing Love, memory, breath
Alchemy of the soul Brooklyn to the galaxies, man
Peace