Vipassana

Yesterday, forget it

Tomorrow is nada

The present is right here,

through the breath, watch it

Atheist Jesus piece, hanging on a cross

We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs

About how we got here,

What it is, what it isn't, shit

Fate vs. fate, scrimmaging with coincidence

Leave out the market

and hold up on the business end

Focus on the genuine,

and everything else,

you can shed the skin

I was a couple moves away from being dead

In that ER overdosing, eyes bleeding red

I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz

Lost it all, sobered up and guess what?

Now we meet again

And now I'm back, finally just laughin'

Expectations are resentments waiting to happen

Studying the Dharma, Karma, Vipassana practice

Bahá'u'lláh, Buddah,

God to the mountaintop and I'm traveling

Learning, yes, reflecting on what matters

People, impermanence, lack of attachments

It's space and time, a couple man-made distractions

The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture

Church, ha, this booth is my Vatican

I don't control life, but I control how I react to it

Student of the breath, break beats and balancing

Desire vs. truth until I finally find happiness

I was put here to do something

before I'm lying in that casket

I'd be lying on the beat if I said I didn't know what that is

The world's a stage and we play a character, I found him

It took me 20 something years

and a bunch of shitty soundchecks

I'm not gonna be content, till I find gratitude

Regardless of my sales or the record deals that they're handing you

If the next generation takes a legacy in samples

You will have a bunch of mp3's of misled kids to pass 'em to

I use my veins to create the color I paint from

Delve into self until my heart becomes my paint brush

I told my momma I'm not stopping till my names up

Thinkin' those comments on that blog is gonna save us

Searching for everything but God to validate ya

Get insecure and then we start blaming the haters

Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant

Truth, the only thing that I ever used in moderation

So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle

Take all the ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful

Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical

So that people can relate to where I've been,

Where I'm going, what I've seen, what I've heard

From the guts, fuck the glory

Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording

Many in my past and many that came before me

I just keep walking my path and I'm blessed to share my story