As the lonely martian marches toward the sun
Annunaki starts to dissipate the
Feelings that were melting his heart
His soul is bare before the planets
The pink cocoon that had turned him to a butterfly has
Withered on the side of the room
Broken windows and shifty blinds
Visually capture that raging war in his mind
That lasts beyond time but
Heaven's full of soldiers and he knows this
So he raises his glass and sips the potion
Now his thoughts are slowing down, his thirds eye's in locomotion
Learned of the holy notion like Moses
He fell upon the burning bush at 17
In descent to the essence of all the loved he was blessed with
He realized, there were tears in his eyes
Sun is shining not a could in the sky
Except the one that's kinda shaped like my third eye
I'm still the same thrift store shopping
Skateboard popping
Stay smoking pot and won't stop
Jit from the block that I always been
All of my sins are washed out from under the tide
No longer sick in the mind
Now I remember how to manipulate space and time
Take what's mine
Yes sir, it's been a long time coming
But I'm the one so I'm never fronting
Paint on the canvas the start the spark of a new discussion
I love 1226 as if they all was my cousins
Don't pass me the cup
I ain't sipping up tonight 'cuz I
Figured that we could take a new approach
Maybe instead of sipping sorrows we can roll up some hope, because we
Never noticed the rising crescendo
Went from dancing hard in the rain to throwing chairs through the window
Took the switchblade and cut my transgressions six ways so I could make the mixtape that's the therapy of it
Slowly chiseling chipping away
Shifting the grains from off your soul until there's nothing else below or above it
Because
Tryna chase a high has fuck me over way too many times
Way too many battles with my life
Many days along the road where otherwise I would've died
Hope the Lord can give me strength to look my momma in the eyes and apologize
'Cuz I could never be the fucking man that she
Wanted me to be but I swear that I tried the best that I could
And every day the complacence and stagnation
Just breaks away at perceptions of happiness that were jaded
When daddy came to my class in the third grade
Just to fucking tell me he might never make it back 'cuz he been out in them streets
And my mother was sick of the fucking dis-ease
So like the COVID virus disease, she cut him out of the picture
Who am I in the truest eyes?
Back to way before I ever thought about suicide
Back to way before I ever knew about do or die
Back when I never had to question my truest guys
The truest lies will
Pave the way to the bluer skies
There its just you and I and the most high
We the indigo star children, it was deep us all along in our third eye
Word up