I am trying not to jump off the cliff
Sublime torture whenever the mind drifts
1200 days ago I was reaching for a spliff
Now the vapor hits and from that sensation my mind lifts
So self-important to delete the fear
Wanna cry but always beat the tears, suffering the weakest steer of the all spinning wheel has to offer through the creeks and ponds
The unique can bond. Matter fact I shatter untrue facts, make that bond intact so we can sing the song
Me have the ganja can you bring the bong?
Of course, my opinion is course among a dimension of allowing
My true to self to indulge, like a student I am bowing
To the closer light to insight as though I had chance to cee
Wondering when success will be awake to even glance at me
Ugly dreams hugging schemes to get a vice awoken
Paying the price in tokens won't always suffice with broken
Arrows shooting in the sky, with no more ammo left
So, I spit a rhyme in a Nano sec and vanish
Sweet dreams sing a melody of laughter
But when you unbuckle the base, you get chased by a disaster
The after math is equal to the captured, trapped and feeble. Do you grasp the factors leading to a backwards act of feeding truth?
Let me repeat that in a more syncopated tone
That allows the virgin mind to be free from hating groans
When you cee the dust clear, is it clear or just appearing as such? (just appearing as such)
Many things brought and presented visually stimulate but have no smell lack feeling and touch (lack touch)
That is truth manifested, straight up and down; how do you suppose you walk along the path?
Make knowledge born, wisdom born, understanding born
Fuck that, you can do the math
Obsessed with pleasing till the stress is breathing
Use to be depressed and screaming, chest is heaving in a mess, I’m leaving
I’m the best at breaching. I guess that-
Makes me the best at teaching…myself-NOT to look back
East to west I’ve dwelled through a severance of fear and pain
Came to realize those have no utility for a cheering brain
Like a blind homeless man, I try to hear the change
But it’s just white noise, confirming that my ears is strained
Here I stand, a lonesome tiger without a trail provided
Breaking my wrist, trying to feel for the scale and slide it
Once more, twice more, third time’s a charm
By the 42nd time I find numbness in my arm
And my shoulder can’t balance this scale, in which I abide by
Sliding all the weight while my peace the mind slides by
I can drive myself off into eternal bliss
Only when paranoia leaves my lips with a last kiss
Punching depression with a glass fist
Seek perfections as a masked gift; externally screaming “that’s it!”
I took a visit back to that black abyss
Not a humble beginning but nice to cee it’s still wack as shit
Way to go along the waving road
Hiding your higher self like saving gold to pay a toll for a vacant soul
Glad I didn’t follow through with the knife
And took the advice to follow through with my life. Peace
When you cee the dust clear, is it clear or just appearing as such? (just appearing as such)
Many things brought and presented visually stimulate but have no smell, lack feeling and touch (lack feeling and touch)
That is truth manifested, straight up and down; how do you suppose you walk along the path?
Make knowledge born, wisdom born, understanding born
Fuck that, you can do the math
I done fucked up the whole entire sphere your mind orbits in
Never found a door to hinge like an odd Jim Morrison
…Bring the force to the pours of my orange skin
I hit the floor and cringe; I guess there’s really no more to sin
*Jimmy Carter announces to Maxx 30 that, in his absence, Jimmy tuned up his rap skills. He then challenge’s Maxx to a rap battle. *
