blow my brains out on some potent strains call it kurt cobain loud, reach nirvana on a strange route burning rubber on the way south to arizona then fuck around with something amazonian and then I'm home again the king conquers then he gets back on the throne again lifts the crown high up in his bony hands catches his reflection in the gold and sees his only friend it was lonely then the royal pen soaked blood red as we holding onto rosaries supposably blessed after we wrote a history over evoking revenge pizarro frozen at the edge of the known world looking through a telescoped view of boneyard tombstone - now which one going for the fools gold? this pile is bright enough to blind and buy back the eyesight aligned with a new pair of eyes this pile is bright enough to blind they said build it high enough to remind of a paradise and i say off the top but rhymes still drop to the bottom of your soul - go deeper than black holes set fires no petroleum, diesel and we rolling em homies out here fold whole o's in only one session, whole world is a smoking section so pass it to your man instead of blastin him with weapons unless you clear cutting in the congo i'd probably tear your home down to teach you a lesson like extinction ain't evidence intentions stinking and you think your getting recompense i have a vision maybe prison is my consequence for nonviolence, and it was in self-defense new age, but all mistakes is historic for belief - i wouldn't kill but i'd die for it tombstone now which one going for the fool's gold but what if it falls? to the ground and everyone around selling out to the *clink clink * of a golden sound and everyone arounds bowing down to a fool with a broken crown

do what the fuck you feel, fuck a deal i'm the only one who can write the raps if they gonna be real run the trap just like tread mill cuz i deal weed to compete with bills chiefin tree to relieve the chills treat street cred like mean head we good as hell and getting better still is this a dream, i'm just not sure tried to breathe but lost my nerve made a promise, then broke my word found the truth then forgot everything i learned cuz the world didn't deserve it, turned the world upside down, shook it around until the urchins surfaced the sovereign became the servant let the fire be fanned by the verse pandemonium and poetry go so perfect together virgin words unearthed from pursed lips curves in the spine of life perspective, life is hectic but wake the fuck up cuz you can't reverse it find some kind of purpose find some kind of purpose no matter how long the search is may i remind you, mind you, the mind you have ain't worthless find some kind of purpose aside from designer purchase may i remind you, mind you, the mind you have ain't worthless find some kind of purpose may i remind you, mind you, until you cross the line that bind you, the people may hear but they ain't heard shit pandemonium and poetry go so perfect

i keep forgetting if i've slept if only for a second i have felt an emptiness any memory has left the body with my sweat but i know your having sweet dreams of me getting you wet cuz the photos sent from your iphone of your chest, so picturesque keep your body like a secret and let me taste the rest cuz the way you making me feel and the things you got me thinking, ooh just cant wait to reveal sometimes i have a dream in which i swear were back together and then wake up and realize that none of it was real but i don't mind yeah dreams ain't half as good but i can dream a thousand times hot energy hums through my body like some power lines maybe thats just how i prefer it cuz separation is like torture but that lets me know you're worth it i keep forgetting if i've slept if only for a moment i have felt an emptiness any memory has left the body through my sweat but i know you're having sweet dreams of me getting you wet until i finally fly home and this fiction exists in the flesh keep your body like a secret and let me taste the rest i keep forgetting if i've slept if only for a moment i have felt an emptiness counting down the deep breaths, the skeletons collect in the dark there are secrets but never a regret i keep forgetting if i've slept if only for a moment i have felt an emptiness even though were now alone i wouldn't say that we've regressed cuz i have learned a fortune off the secrets that we kept

(guthrie galileo) headlights don't do shit in a snow storm so while you hide from your troubles i just fight through em at times i might not know what i'm doing but i'll learn soon enough thats what you call evolution swear to god i'm forever on some new shit i just never tell nobody else just to prove it so even if my music proves to be useless my excuse is that i only do it for the passion acting like i ain't trying to make it rapping but i've been working so hard that it's is liable to happen this is ambition in action the games stuck but my flow gonna pay the ransom i really think that my flow gonna change the future lack of effort is the only thing that ever make you a loser and the rest is up to you, are you a begger or a chooser you either gotta make your move or people gonna move you should i stand up or steer clear to the right - like a deer in the headlights i think that i might slow down I'm a roots rapper, who began a new chapter passion has me grasping everything that i be after mastered that math they don't even have a class for take my mask off know exactly who to clap for so toast your glass as the 'gnac pour blow the cash how long will it last for we float over a capital trapdoor pacwon rally up the mans for a class war and i don't give up, i just gas on em and put another stamp on my passport cuz dudes who she laughed at the past now the man shawty give up the ass for fast forward: gasping and scratching my back screaming faster, ill answer if thats what she ask for (konsept) i wrote this this morning, performed it tonight half work, half rap i rock the 50/50 grind best before the deadline, don't need any help cuz all i ever needed was a mic to belt and just ears that can hear it they feeling that spirit its that rhythm, that fight they can get em' - that mike he's emitting that light so put your guard out of sight like ideas fighting back at the bright headlights in the night there's something in the air tonight feels wrong but i know its right can't see it with these broken headlights so put your hands if you're feeling the vibe should i stand up or steer clear to the right - like a deer in the headlights i think that i might slow down

by the time i get to arizona sunset one hit will get you high so purple light the sky on fire and fly so live though heavenly, readily ride with the spiritual guide known as psilocybin to an island suspended in time where colors collide and come to rest at horizons the portal to the world is wide open your third eye and be swirled inside don't fear it lyrics rock your body when you hear it break the lock on your body and free your spirit to live in peace with the universe though we know life is really both a gift and curse but live it to the fullest and just hope it works flap your wings like a bird till your shoulders hurt flap your wings like a bird till your shoulders hurt we about to burn it down like a firework shining like the sky on july the 4th getting high as i let the night ride its course a bit bumpy, the beats been slumping so hard that everybody on the floor been jumping tiger blood pumping like funky percussion can't feel my feet but my heart beats rushing

oh the sleeping positions attempted while on a jet plane when flights extended the circumstances are insane sleep deprivation sends the brain into a dream state id put it all into perspective, i can't see straight now tell me how i'm supposed to reach my destination man mama never tell me how to be a patient man see its crazy when - the native people are trying to escape the same place i'm bout to take a fucking vacation in this is destiny in the flesh, a one way ticket to success i'm just trying to meet my connect, but should i hold my breath now they telling me my plane never left oh the sleeping positions attempted while on a jet plane when flights extended the circumstances are insane i searched these dirty streets in need of clean slate tried to find myself then realized i need to create sleeping positions attempted while on a jet place when flights extended the circumstances: insane i walked these dirty streets in search of a clean slate tried to find myself then realized i need to create so now i'm putting my life in the hands of fate if you aint never take a chance then you can't relate they say good things come to those who wait but better things come to those who chase face it, take a trip and begin to think differently an incan princess sings to the missionary really were just memoirs in this memory try and make the characters your friends and not your enemies i traveled far - without thought that i was lost following not a northern star but a southern cross to a place made popular by escobar and rick ross where people live entire lives off what their fucking cars cost now i bet you think theres something i should be giving you sorry girl i left my heart in bolivia and its got me thinking back like damn did it all happen in a past life

how long a lifestyle gon last, last night i burnt up that cash alongside a path, i passed and kids asked for candy looking for handouts outta lack of a plan b scraps to bring back to the family hunger hovers in this household like a banshee and casts shadows all over the shanty how easy it is to look past what you can't see i realize what i'd done on a boat ride to the birthplace of the sun where time stopped meanwhile time begun history repeats itself and the white man come we take the culture, rape the same culture that we take it from some men are driven to the death by the fear of it yet still, death is the greatest act of power spirit flight, an ecstatic state its a journey beyond death to learn how to die is to learn how to really live for you are claimed by life but can never be claimed by death in a sense, a person of power spends a whole life learning how to die and when they do they become nothingness and it is then… that they can become anything the mind is naturally uncontrolled and sees beyond what eyes behold so keep your head high and your spirit bold until the heart is thumping slow i can still hear his soul drumming though guns n roses got a homie knocking up on heavens door heavens close if you keep it on your dome throw away your brochure, find out on your own think like picarón, wherever you may roam accompanied by memories you'll never be alone theres lightning over the amazon, thunder back home until the treasures lost, you can hardly call it gold

at night, i try and sleep but find no meditation close my eyes but open mind to million thoughts awaiting ruminate away the hours till the day caught somewhere between a maniac and genius in the making caught somewhere inside a maze with a treasure for the taking the descartes of this day and age and my middle name is galileo, i'm trying to break out of this cage after self observation became a mental slave trade now i haven't slept in a least three days the only time im satisfied is when i'm faded still trying to change these ways a little drank, a little drug - thats my safety blanket and ive seen a thought take over the man who made it thoughts from a mind i been trying to change it a juggling ball for fate to play with but my word is my thought lets see how far i take it at night, im wide awake so many things to do but not enough time a day a crying shame, time we arrange for someone else replace the time we make to take advantage of the self, micro manage life for wealth blind to the damage that is dealt, its a world war what a world to explore lifes short and too many end premature friends lost in the allure cuz we wanna do it all and more the universe is heliocentric so we dream of being stars at the center of attention like the sun, shining buncha money to fold but in doing so, throw all our beliefs into suspension mid-air, dead space met with dead stares past hopes turn to black holes, been there you don't need a telescope to see just what's at risk here the planet and the mad humanity that live there

it aint a problem we got contraband on deck we be getting gone a lot dont know where thats gone yet getting gone a lot got my conscience in check got a lotta regrets so this could get messy it aint a problem we got contraband on deck we be getting gone a lot dont know where thats gone yet getting gone a lot call it club complex got a lotta regrets so this could get messy i fuck with the west, fuck with the east coast cuz at thirty thousand feet i can see both at the beach or the ski slope either way at night im right back underneath strobe lights, mixed with pills and pains, still fixated ill be going hard my whole life get my fill till im faded, but im straight cuz it never weighing heavy on my goals, aight (∆yggee) i wake up, water is my first thought trying to find my head, its asleep in its own loft we go opposite of so soft hardwood floors, make it hard just to dose off so fuck it i grab my keys hear the birds chirping they telling me to sleep but i get up, follow the sunrise it's a new day - tonight its on right always forget my watch in odd places realized that i don't give a fuck about time -- or i do, I'm just too far gone off that dot dot dot… to even mind vodka shots glass was looking half empty so i topped it off pop a bottle could probably wash the losses off spark a joint and it would probably have me sleeping softly till the morning when i wake coughing swallow my problems with an omelette, a pot of coffee strong, along with all of lifes constant oddities i ponder but never talk about cuz dudes would probably scoff at me and other names in scatterbrained philosophy who were first percieved as comedy never occured to me to do the common thing even at my darkest stage, thoughts remain promising shades on, crazy gone thinkin could i get laid to this jay z song thats playin while everything is wavy and she say we could bang with no safety on so call me john wayne she was a pretty young thang know i mean well when i say the wrong thang dont trip bout shit cuz its on me it aint a problem we got contraband on deck we be getting gone a lot dont know where thats gone yet getting gone a lot call it club complex got a lotta regrets so this could get messy

i used to be obsessed with images, now i find beauty in the blemishes decipher messages out your freckles, your intelligence every little detail is relevant still can't decide what type of chocolate your complexion is affectionate, miles couldn't measure this connection every second is precious so i try to make the best of guess i'm just a perfectionist caught up in perfecting every gesture with which i let you know although, i've never been exceptional at expressing shit i'm at a precipice, i just gotta let it go if lovin is a mango tree, we gotta let it grow take it slow, but let my hands tip toe up your dress a bit fingertips show i'm curious about the rest of it a fit of restless words that i try to be respectful with to let you know the flow of energy that i'm wrestlin with and oh, you're so elegant that even if we had hot sex it'd be hard to make a mess of it this my emotional confession, can you get with it? we've got nothing to hide secret paradise lies in your eyes and if you feel how i feel irresolute and wild tired of being shy tired of lying solo, oh so lonely for the night if you feel how i feel find that paradise and see inside

i am my brothers keeper but we cant keep the brothers peace because they need a leader the kids need a teacher, the streets need a school and the school could be cheaper complete with a cafeteria they eat in and a lady named eva heating up the frozen pizza maybe they need the preacher still it seems the preacher equally need believers teaching faith in jesus while he don't believe it neither what do we need then fuck it, none of the above its up to only you to show and prove or give it up with introspection or fisticuffs really whats a father that can't even show his children love so they learn to solve problems sticking up without a fingerprint, hand fit inside the glove provided for em the lifestyle is built on instinct so when he has a child - they'll probably do the same thing if i waited all my life just to give up everything really what was the meaning all along? teacher aint spared when the cannon spatters randomly we'll be there in the morning just to tear apart your family pastor ain't spared when the cannon spatters randomly and this gon hit you like it happened to you i am my brother's keeper but would you keep the brothers peace if you didn't know who they were they were wandering the streets another nameless stranger you were the same --in that second, just someone to blame for their aimless anger 'wrong time of day' situation plus you only roll this way home on occasion you looked him in the face just to give a friendly gesture bust the lid on a kid who couldn't take the pressure all it took it was seconds couldn't even build the breath for conversation never even grazed the surface of a hesitation we turn friends into enemies with our imagination over blow and base, a faceless mans product placement to me - what makes a taken life so sad you take away all the things they may have never had oh well - the lifestyle is built on instinct spend our whole lives learning to forget to think if you waited all your life just to lose it tonight would you do it again through a different sight everything teacher aint spared when the cannon spatters randomly we'll be there in the morning just to tear apart your family pastor ain't spared when the cannon spatters randomly and this gon hit you like it happened to you

i never knew nobody who could prove their love of life with death that methodology is leaving me confused and moved to clueless depths what's up there above that wedded roof? sanitized and painted white and vacant in that fuchsia dress patrons pray and recollect life's messages never left they say you lose 21 grams in passing but what do you get? and what's up there? they say that, after all we're but a hummingbird crumbling in its fall plucked feathers from the breast lend structure to the nest and the wild winds that take the breath will eventually come to rest even when the string is severed everything will come together in the end there's a cycle suggested that natural vestige only existing in national geographic or something from the past but we've detached and relaxed and stepped back from the wreckage they say that, after all we're but a hummingbird crumbling in its fall and i once knew somebody who could prove their love of life with death the trouble was he loved and loved until there was but nothing left they say you lose 21 grams in passing but what do you get? and what's up there?