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Alive [prod. Penacho]
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Alive
How is it that I’m alive?
I can’t believe my eyes.
At the top of a pyramid Mazlow built
but I can’t reach the sky.
I’m telling you I,
last week I could have died.
My life in a flash went by,
still standing here
can’t tell you why.
What gives me the right?
Continuing to fly.
Wind at my back,
no landing gear,
can’t you see I’m high?
Can you tell me why?
I’m given the gift of a body
The patience to sift through some hobbies.
No problem between my job and me.
Not everyone‘s dealt this hand.
Not everyone’s fathered by a man
that taught them discipline but understands
openness will bring a loss of ends.
But this is not about winning
3D life is just the beginning
our consciousness knows more than 9 innings
so rounding the bases again and again and again and again…
doesn’t make for a happy ending
you’re life is built on what you’re intending
on what you’re defending
on what you’re pretending
this state worth ascending
this plane, frame of the bending
game your brain is rendering.
you feel you’re pretendering
Imposter syndrome is hard to shake
The fruit offered by a cunning snake
just to teach you what it is at stake
in a funny way
ego on display
and when it dissolves,
you are on your way.
So hear me say:
How is it that I’m alive?
I can’t believe my eyes.
At the top of a pyramid Mazlow built
but I can’t reach the sky.
I’m telling you I,
last week I could have died.
My life in a flash went by,
still standing here
can’t tell you why.
So I’ll be grateful
For every day that I’m given
Even when it’s painful
I know I could have been rescinded
My time could have ended
My story I don’t know if it’s the beginning
Or if this the appendix
I don’t feel like I’m finished
but God didn’t ask my opinion
and I’m not offended
that my feelings aren’t worth a mention
in a conversation about existence
So I’ll sit down, be humble
Kung Fu Kenny taught me so many
lessons so I won’t stumble
I’ll keep spinning this web keep penning
my words won’t let them jumble
I’ll keep jumping like a rumble pack
There aint no time for mumble rap
cause my thoughts they come in bundles, yeah!
So I’ll be grateful
for every day that I’m given.
Even when it’s painful
I know that my life could have ended.
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Melogrammatic
I can get so melogrammatic.
Not a kid though, this is a habit.
Not a nun though I believe in magic.
Could be fun to fill up the basket.
In your head, if you silence the racket.
Mind will spread, and once it’s extracted.
It will dig deeper than roots and maggots.
This is the tactic,
find everlasting and tap in.
So melogrammatic…
I find my words multiply when I’m feeling drastic.
When my thoughts are tragic,
that’s when I eradicate
all the space that is on the page,
telling patience to “Get out the way.”
But my latent sense of grace
hasn’t extended to the face
that I see in reflective surfaces
shining as I habitate.
And I gravitate,
towards a wordy vernacular,
choosing spectacular words,
hiding irregular nerves
that all feel so absurd,
because I know what I feel
and I know what is real on earth
almost all of the time,
but often something in my mind,
makes me question my
connection to the sky.
It’s not a crime but damn it’s a grind
to feel the need to plant the seed,
to make them recognize
what’s behind the eyes.
The ever present consciousness
from which we are devised,
not some idolized
Magician.
They say that it is written
in all the holy books of all the holiest religions
that we are the children
of some righteous father.
Yeah, they say we’re made of him
but we don’t even bother
to consider the metaphor.
Consider it’s better for
a considerate interpretation
littered with interpolation
between the thighs of a queen divination
the birth of an esteemed inspiration.
And that’s each one of us
we come from the stuff our holy mother had wondered up
not the part of us one sees
not our physical bodies
that came from monkeys
but the part of us that’s deeper
making art from nothing just to try to see it clearer.
So when you take a long look in the mirror
you can see her
at the bottom of the beaker
going unnoticed by all these chemistry teachers
egos all bloated by the blemishes
the knee-jerk reaction
we can fashion
a bastion
to pack in
dissatisfaction
this it has happened.
Building up walls of reason.
A fortress to be in.
A shield against deeper truth.
Yeah, it’s in season.
I can get so melogrammatic.
Not a kid though, this is a habit.
Not a nun though I believe in magic.
Could be fun to fill up the basket.
In your head, if you silence the racket.
Mind will spread, and once it’s extracted.
It will dig deeper than roots and maggots.
This is the tactic,
find everlasting and tap in.
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The Confusion of Tongues
We got a lot of problems.
Need to find a way for us to solve them.
If our minds become one
then we might not be so dumb.
If we talk about our problems
might find a way for us to solve them,
but who says my language
is the very best way to say it?
7 billion people on the earth.
Close your eyes you can feel it.
But less than half of all of them
are speaking the Queen’s English.
Even here where they speak it
so shy now, the deep dish
is that we can’t be sure that
what is good for me is not
simply a fact of my experience.
I know to you I might sound delirious,
but we could never build the pyramids
if we can’t express what the theory is.
So how can we choose the right words?
Warn the pack of the vipers?
The burden of the writers.
The message reaching higher.
Past the fingers towards the sky.
Never once asking why
the tools we have can’t quite describe
what we feel inside.
what we’ve been deprived
is a chance to recognize
the ways we align
and see to the other side.
Past the fingers towards the sky.
Never once asking why
the tools we have can’t quite describe
what we feel inside.
If we don’t open our eyes,
then we can’t be surprised
that wars keep on raging
with guns blazing.
We got a lot of problems.
Need to find a way for us to solve them.
If our minds become one
then we might not be so dumb.
If we talk about our problems
might find a way for us to solve them,
but who says my language
is the very best way to say it?
Should I learn Chinese?
Should they speak like me?
Can I make them see,
that we don’t need to be enemies?
Looking eye to eye.
20/20.
I and I
can see the divine inside.
All that we have is our voices.
All that we have is our choices.
All that we have is our voices
So what you gonna say
and will it matter anyway?
It may be in vein
or it might just pave the way…
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The Absurd
Pushing that rock,
pushing that rock.
Ever since I shamed the Gods
Life hasn’t been the same because
I’m pushing that rock,
pushing that rock.
My fate I can’t escape, the mud
is of a steeper grade above,
and I can’t pass the blame on
cause I brought this on myself.
So every day it’s game-on,
the first circle of hell.
All I wanted was to transcend,
escape the grasp of death,
now no known enchantment
can bring me back.
And I’m inclined to climb the incline.
The divine it shines within, why
the inner sky defends my
ability to survive.
It’s really so absurd I
can never find the words, shy
of asserting inert might,
but it couldn’t hurt, right?
Pushing that rock,
pushing that rock.
Pushing that rock,
pushing that rock.
Ever since I shamed the Gods
life hasn’t been the same because
I’m pushing that rock,
pushing that rock.
My fate I can’t escape, the mud
is of a steeper grade above.
Pushing that rock,
pushing that rock
The whole human race will face
the full, true embrace of this place
Pushing that rock,
pushing that rock
And I know
it’s not about what I know.
No matter how I try
down it goes.
All I wanted was to transcend,
escape the grasp of death,
now no known enchantment
can bring me back.
I’ll never come back.
I’m too far gone for that.
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Recklessly Optimistic
I’m recklessly optimistic.
Seeing the best case.
That is what this is.
Cynical outlook has shifted.
Didn’t predict it.
don’t know what fixed it.
But I couldn’t live in the shadows.
There are just too many battles
on the field of ideas.
Taking turns to grapple,
in the arena.
We John Cena.
We like to wrastle.
We’ll do it with words.
No need for violence,
that shit is absurd.
Don’t want to be hurt
and don’t want to get your blood on my shirt.
Just blurting a verse
telling you put your shit in reverse.
Back it up sir.
Your attitude is exactly the worst.
Not helpful when I see
those cats with facts that are are by me
saying RIP
to consonant harmony,
so the art I bleed
is dissonant.
Best believe.
Because a world of addiction leads to bodies in the street.
—
Yeah they taught me to believe
that it’s not what it seems.
That we have constructed
a specific way of being.
The thought that we’re feely
finding ways to see things
that implies that we are aware that we’re thinking.
But we’re not that.
We’re having the thought that—
that we could be taught that—
that you and I are no different from all of the others that we seem to combat.
Expressions of the universe.
No telling which way we’ll do it first.
Not separate beings as much as we’re seeming to be one forming these words…
You might say.
We’re tapping into a way—
we’re going into a place
that you might find you like to stay.
You might like the way
that it feels to be engaged
with your deeper self.
You could lose the chains…
—
I’m recklessly optimistic.
Seeing the best case.
That is what this is.
Cynical outlook has shifted.
Didn’t predict it.
Don’t know what fixed it.x
I’m recklessly optimistic.
Seeing the best case.
That is what this is.
I’m here to say that you‘ve been gifted
a chance to see what your mind is missing…
you would just listen…
not simply dismiss it.
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