What I Am (feat. Curro Noriega)

If I could say what I was really feeling You would feel like you had left from this planet and your breath had vanished Expanded to understanding A plan perfect to free a stranded seed planted in weed, sand and debris Damaged indeed, but ready to break the surface Simple, singular purpose Reach as high as it can despite the circus in the circuits of man Burning his hand to touch his turn to burn a buck, but never he earn enough To affirm his lust, for a hologram A picture that he trust, mental image what it meant to be winning But my luck was broken back in the beginning getting in it for the wrong reason But through the wrong seeing The way glowing like auroras showing solar breezes What my soul needed To show me how to plug the holes I should know breathing Breaching limits letting go of what I know is weaker It's in the air, ether Play the receiver and let it seep from my fingers 'til it's complete and it lingers Like something sweet the demeanor of dreamers who fiendin' to sleep Be in it deep, awake to the day and all that it keeps, falling in peace, no walls No streets streaks of the all screech off to reach ya'll to free ya'll 'til we all Call the block, place to raise a child Purple haze of days Finding a smile in this scrimmage of you versus you that never finishes and witnesses A bad ending to a sad story call it allegory for pain Painted in shades of being a human being that wades in the water Waits for Valhalla, the author at the altar of experience Impossible to alter, Gibraltar with no fear in it Hearing it but not too, listening but not you Whispering to spirits here and figures that'll watch you Telling 'em to trust that we'll make it together we headed to better or bust We aching but shaking the weather with feathers on our backs we touch A measure of heaven found resting in the crest of our lust Severed away the desert that begetted our crutch For something wetter so we shed it with the rest of what was setting us up Deaded the shuck confidence is alive In the eyes of my eyes we all gods, all good, all hoods ready to rise until we arrive Mind on the job at hand Show my brother the plan to find bliss in the midst of what I am