MEDITATIONS

In high demand like water in Africa Pushing the Sentra never no maxima Change, all a part of my design We going through seasons, extending the mind Loose, upon the noose around your throat Thoughts are a vessel built for you to coast Or cruise, however you choose to live Don't sink just swim, we goin in Tell me what's the truth and what's the meaning of life Is death the only response? Born to die? Here we are and we searching for the answers Heart attack pestilence disease and cancer It don't make no sense what's the relevance Say it's all apart of the plan what's the evidence Let me meditate and medicate the conscious Big pharma in the house and the product aint honest And we searching for the answers These my meditations, these my meditations These my meditations, these my meditations Your stars shall align peep the wonders and the signs Straight through your looking glass break down the alkali I'm chillin, waiting for my blessings to rain Dancing on the beat, dos left feet no shame Pleasure eradicates the need to succeed We compromise one another to fulfill greed That Sunday evening empty feeling Revealing all the things that are useless To growth, hope I twist into knots, to resemble rope Your heart blooms a fountain inside it makes me choke We transcend boundaries, only to forget This message is global but born in the Midwest Life, is but a vapor it seems Dreams, attachment leads to suffering Yielding, one with peace well aware Praying for tragedy for the pity that lies there Yea Life is but a vapor it seems Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze, Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems, Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze, Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems, I'm shackled to reality, fallacy of living this life in hell, Dwelling behind these scars infidel I am I feel plans fade away, like ashes and decay, and I may just lose it Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze, Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems, Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze, Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems, I'm shackled to reality, fallacy of living this life in hell, Dwelling behind these scars infidel I am I feel plans fade away, like ashes and decay, and I may just lose it And I may just lose it And I may just lose it In a hall forever empty I found my applause