Decodifico pensamientos bajos, los mando al tacho, mantengo cordura en tiempos de fallos, es necesario. Renacer de la suciedad, lavarme en un manantial de palabras que llegan consigo, un poder espiritual, me relajo y apunto a lo alto, cuando
Listen tell em, listen I'm finna tell em- Neo the man behind the bars like convicted felons- Grab the mic with my right cuz I'm feeling dominant- What's important to me is I'm feeling prominent- They were sleeping on the kid I guess they tired of it- My flow is dumb going stupid I'm getting arrogant- My training rigorous- Ideas ridiculous- Tell them bitches picture this- They won't get this shit is ignorance is bliss- I ain't even try my best- Rumors of me being ill but I deny the rest- They walking by me like Clark Kent without the S on his chest- I fucked with Lois Lane I left a mess on her chest- The good life getting my dick caressed on a jet- The more I sit and wait the less I collect- (I'll be back for this)
Here's an interesting theory.. its got to do with the fusion state of universal matter and the conversation we are all in a way destined to have with this form.. because duplication of a complete freedom thought spectrum to create happens.. we have unlimited amounts of material that has to constantly change due to its inevitableness.. somewhere within this fusion effect we find the wholeness of a quality or element that is sensible as oneness of all at the point of focus.. there are beliefs in some that all experience is not for one to complete and has no way of happening.. so all the senses created during your experiences with a fusion state are within control if complete with a successful choice.. if the choice is entirely agreed for all elements or intelligence within the connected area of the fusion state.. the conversation would hold the key element as the experience of the truth of everything
Am I a man if I ain't got a leg to stand on? Without a pedestal, without a platform When I fall there's no ground to push my hands on When I fall there's no one I can depend on
No gratification to none of your efforts And no worthwhile rest in your sleep No end to overwhelming pressure And at the end of the of the battle there is no peace
Am I man if I got feeling of incompetence? Am I a man if I lack confidence Am I a man if I am stripped away my voice? Walking where the wind takes me and living without a choice?
How can I preach if the church is not on my side? How can I teach if I'm not worthy of time? Can I speak if I'm not worthy of their while? How can I sleep when I got so many thoughts on my mind? Alienated, ignored, pushed to the side I serve no purpose what is the point of going outside? I serve no purpose and I'm weak in their eyes And the friendly vibes and smiles, nothing short of a disguise
The smoke around the aura of my timid soul The holes sown in my jacket when I'm feeling cold The smoke around the aura of my hateful being Chopping down the legs of my self esteem
