Fresh Air

All guts more glory got to write your own story they got narratives ready for you Become your own employer of spirit recording all of my wrongs in this cubicle Tourists can't identify with these puma slides Raman noodles for your dinner time staring at this vanilla like how many Of us really got to die. From all of this ignorance media like to emphasize Read about earth ascension and how me move through dimensions black mecca I Had to visit but still I got no response John ten thirty four is not written that ye are gods Forgive me if I'm slow I got pulled over in hooptie cars. Paperwork legit but something About you seem kind of odd. Officer as above so below in my eyes you see a star Call them days because we lost. Call them weeks because they soft. It ain't really about your car Yea he quiet I don't bark but Off that chain if they going to cross. All my pain I never complain Cause I know some Got it more hard Nothing but faith. Keep me on wave surf. Everybody talking about paper. Only the heart Can save you. Really don't sleep just stay up Rig Vedda light saber they swinging It at the Vader's. They thugging outside no cable. Hope you don't see your maker yet One of a kind we don't compare. Living in times that me not for sale, got to be really about This here still minding my truth then pop that seal. Only your God know how you feel shit Only my God now how I feel Put it on digital ready to spin coach already been through the Physical thought it was going to be bomb holocaust but looking real spiritual. Felt like we Done been here before really familiar looking identical stay on pinnacle living the minimal But richer than you shadow these metaphors, reviling nothing but gold. He got the glow he got To go like ain't nothing else to do around this mother fucker anymore. Like ain't nothing else To do around this mother fucker but scroll on your phone So much to do around your home that's why you stressed with empty soul or with somebody In your circle that seem unfamiliar folk this place will keep you in illusion while you thinking Your shit be on. How you know balance without duality still wielding swords of Excalibur for the Poor and still barely they can afford it but never stop you from soaring the heights Recognizing levels to this shit shifting paradigms. With open eye you can spot the coming Of eve televised That's T M I to be honest let me drive the boat like Black or Noah's hopes to save the world With fallen angels we restore it Fresh air