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I scribble on these lines and never elevate

Or in a elevator thinkin' God had made me levitate

Circle circumstances in a stance like I'm free to lie

And use propellers as my wings to fly, if they're free to buy

Never cross my mind, I'm free to die

Guess freedom's still alive

I left a key in the ignition, waitin' for someone to drive

On a lonely road with some friends that I think I know

On a stroll

Wheels could only spin if rubber covers chrome

If rubber would've lasted, they probably wouldn't be alive

Lookin' through the lens, and Gandhi's glasses on my eyes

Woah, passion was the answer, turn my lowest to my highs

Talkin' to a friend that's known to live beyond the skies

Fools covered with jewels, many are payable

I've never put a dollar bill in the hand of a wolf

I'm colder than a top of the stove, click-click

I don't take too much to notice the times, tick-tick

Society depictin' the image that chopped off slave hands

In Babylon, these level Jezebel for a record deal

Persecuting population, mental slavin' TV station

Depravity, sociability for Instagram likes

Manipulation corrupt the nation

Prophet's pockets, solicitation

And I'm just tryna clear the speculation

Free my soul

Government funding costs that cost us sickness in famine

Depictin' a land that'll give you prescriptions and hand 'em

Use the grace from what you had or what they want you to want

Havin' s3x with commercials and internet scenes pull a scene from your eye

Marketing schemes that sell you products, which appeal you but kill you

Makin' fiends from soda cans, contain what isn't meant to entertain

The inhumane manipulate the human brain and leave us lost

Lost inside a chosen planet

When the angels panic, but the halo's shinin'

With the youngin's handin' a weapon tuned and blasted, pow-pow

Sacred geometry crafted the pot they cooked the crack in

We're lost inside a chosen planet

Where the souls in transit, and my mind withstands it

Everyone has the answers so no one's askin' questions

They look familiar to the Pharisees

Fair to say we're pretty far away from the truth

Especially that everything is distorted by a ripe fruit

In it's nice suit

Tryna find a light but it's night too

Too dark in a lighthouse

You're not aware of about what these likes do

I'm hangin' from a ceiling fan wonderin' why the Earth spins

Droppin' from the top of it, comparing to the world's end

I'm tryna to find myself in my position, is it non-existent?

I just want to share a couple words and hopefully you'll listen

You created me in a binary, luminary

A visionary, revolutionary, it's gettin' scary

Astrology, theology, anthropology, psychology

Numerology, sociology and philosophy

In between the seed of being born and how I die

I'm just tryin' to reach my people with the music that I write

And the stories that I tell, too many stories being told

Too many records being sold but there ain't nothin' for the soul

Find out why after 50,000 years of law. We are what we are during the long period of evolution. We are the most primitive prey to the highly sophisticated brain that we have. Knowledge, incident, so-called evolution. One where we are still what we are; primitive, psychological, hated, violent, superstitious, killing each other. Accepting one authority after another. Surely, no divine hand in folded this society. Society is put together by each one of us through our violence, through our pleasure, through our fears and beliefs and dogmas. Through our search for security and family and the community. We have created this society, each one of us, and there is no question about that. We have made this society