[Verse 1] When I jazzterbate I bust Beat jack youre late, Im on time Mind over matter if the gold wasnt mined in my mind it dont matter But I still listen Wipe the blood off of the diamond it still glisten But the pain is still in them Kids starving at the bottom of the food chain Im only one step up still tryna get a new chain Back stroking through the ocean of hope My body is haunted my soul is a ghost That man in the mirror is only a host The God in me is awoke when my vocals evoke I serve scriptures, Caron Butler Take a second let your mind buffer To backboards Im the top toucher If Jay Zs the goat then Im Rucker Niggas dying for attention To point that they dying from the tension Provider of your lessons, Ill guide you while you rise into ascension Divine as interventions of them Fivers in correctional facilities Making brothers outta they enemies Will I forever be a slave of my identity? Or will I live like I cant die cuz Im energy? Fuck luck this destiny [Hook] Sunlight to moonlight Smoking getting the mood right I see the world in a new light Same plane new flight [Verse 2] Weed loud as the crowd at the concert All I see is hands like a deaf mans conscience Baptized your mind with a sonnet And jazzterbate again with the left hand option Illustrator of a blind mans dream Sparking the 3rd eye so that blind man sees Listen when a wise man speaks Im sipping psilocybin tea My life vivid, I film with the lens cap on and youll still get it I struggled for the whole damn time but Im still living Women they be bugging, I love em I deal with him I crumble then build with them When you discover this cover to this tape Itll sound so alien the disc hovers Real art doesnt fit structure The porch is the rock that I live under And 9th told me Im the tenth wonder [Hook] [Verse 3] Now what am I to do? My family miss me my girl need me I wish that I could copy me to two I wish that I could put my conscience inside of someone elses body And experience me as you I wish that I was blue Creative is my chakra Right brain thinker, blame it on my momma Refraining from the drama Im sitting on my porch where the pain goes away with the flicker of a torch Batta [Hook]
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