He’s been going through these phases.
Because everyday he lives his mind changes, rearranges.
Swear it’s just like a seed,
oh yes it’s growing indeed.
But unlike Adam and Eve,
he keeps the fruits on the trees, sheesh.

His mind’s been neglected for a minute,
started reading all these books and yet that still ain’t fix it.
Trying to figure out the world, the universe and the pearls.
All the beauty in the matrix can be found in a girl, or a diamond.
The stars and constellations of Orion,
yes it does get deeper think we need a little silence.

Phases.

Swear he’s been going through these phases,
because everyday he lives his mind needs homeostasis and patience.
I think he needs it for his phases,
each year I age it’s like I grow a couple faces, replacements.

For all the egos he was raised with,
with mad foundations Neanderthals couldn’t “cave in”.

“cave in”.
“cave in”.

Lost inside my mind can’t you through the dark.
Black whole physics keeping light within my parts.
Watch events rise passed horizons when we start,
flood our minds full of thoughts think we really need an arch.
Think about the times we took drugs just stop it.
Think about the times we sold time just for profit.
Think about the times we did things without a conscience.

Facts.

State of mind switching on the daily,
love beyond hate,
I mean look at all the babies.
Kind wonder why I’m distracted by fables, all projected on the tv screen.
Where everything is superficial
Plus it’s really lacking substance like the drugs that you are into.
Fear does not exist, it’s an illusion that is mental.
Fear does not exist, it’s an illusion that is mental.

Money is the Root of all evil.
Though it don’t grow on Trees.
But the Trees make paper, bank Branches and Leaves.
It’s all financial agriculture with some limited Seeds.

Money is like Grass, much greener on the other side.
And when you mow the lawn all the snakes do surface.
Though the paper is green it’s not photosynthetic, it can’t make its own food and you can’t eat without it.    

So is this human nature or is it Money’s Nature ?

I was on the **** on the daily, couldn’t puff puff pass coz I failed things.
Stuff was looking so dim till I had my first blunt.
Now I’m as high as priorities homie,
eyes so red that’s the window to my soul,
they’re not covered by some blinds or some curtains my homie.

Now I’m way high, really ******
Mount Everest.
Stuff was so green, kryptonite that’s my element,
I’ve been smoking leaves, sipping lean now it’s evident.
Mama told me don’t but I did for the benefits

Now she looks at me when I’m so euphoric ,
and her gaze was kind of toxic on some hydrochloric.

All my joints cremated in the ash tray.
Inhaling fumes then excrete like a chimney.
I don’t really understand what the substance is,
I don’t really, really care what the function is.

Bought my first green bag at 15,
I was such a herbivore my homie
Could care less about pharmaceuticals, only thing I was prescribed was the lean my homie.

The thirst of my liver,
I sipped on this liquor.
My thoughts were disfigured like human mutations.
But still I’m complacent.
The height is my space ship.
The flight’s never basic it’s all in my mind,
lost in my thoughts it’s the type I would need an enormous compass to find.

We’ve been young for so long but this age is just a digit.
You get born into the world then you figure your position,
all the girls play sports let the boys be in the kitchen.
It’s really a numbers game please don’t COUNTer intuition.

They say numbers don’t lie guess the truth is algorithmic.
You could balance the equation but the timing is the limit.
Only 24 hours to balance out the powers,
that’s way too much beef so just factor out the COWards.

Give a vegan strong meat,
pass the BIBLE to the heathen.
Let them run around the garden just to figure out the reason.
Place the knowledge on the tree till the apples start leaving,
and if all goes well we’ll meet Adam in the EVEning.

All the dominance.
Creeping across his countenance.
When the serpent told Eve just eat the laryngeal prominence,
death well that’s the consequence.
Plus knowledge upon your consciousness.
Bring y’all closer to together the attraction of of the opposites.

Life is but a park,
a place littered with obstacles and low visibility in the dark.
Then there’s the mood swings.
A few reciprocal movements chained by emotions from the start.

All these emotions.
Emotions like the endless motion of the fluid within the ocean.
I love feeling,
the feeling that the fuel for love is potentially my elation.

West side steady chilling had to think about really.
Moved out from the hood now he’s thinking bout a Bentley.
Probably cash out, that’s if he gets the opportunity.
Steady looking at actions no excuses for buffoonery.

Of course he’s looking at the jewelry.

Turn on the television with dreams of telling visions.
Not the stuff that you’ve been seeing on it,
just be honest that stuff’s messing with your mental don’t it.

All those homies steady flexing with the hoes and the cash.
All that flexing got you thinking bout your girls flat ***.

Man that ish is so hilarious.
Got me thinking that the world isn’t meant for good samaritans.
And yet this kid is just an African,
taking shots of the liquor bullets only meant for militants.

Man I can’t be apathetic all the things that I’ve been seeing on the world surface.
Got me thinking I should figure out my life’s purpose.
Should I flex? or should love? or state some mad curses?
Or should I sit back relax and write these trill verses?

All these questions I’ve been asking.
Trying to figure out the answers.
Yet the fear of rejection has me sick of the social cancer.

Mama loves me,
she told me don’t you worry son/sun, there’s enough space inside the solar system.
You’re claustrophobic ?
The key to the power is knowledge and honesty you better listen,
am I the lock smith ?

In fact, I’m the mother of your nature.
The incubator of your being.
All the lessons that I’ve taught you,
sometimes I feel like your employer for all the attention that I’ve  paid you.

Are you hungry?
I might just extract my lioness,
what’s the intension?
Just to feed males,
am I a female ?
Analyze natures anatomy to conjure up those details.

At 15 I was flirting with her,
she had a really pretty face that I couldn’t disregard.
Living in two separate apartments but stalking,
couldn’t stop looking at her thighs through her stockings.

A little timid figure.
With hopes of getting within her,
but I knew I couldn’t do it without looking like a sinner.

It's been a moment.
Plus I've been so introspective lately.
Trying  to catch up with the present got me feeling like I'm gifted,
so I'm looking at the package trying to figure out the contents,
tons of problems weighing heavy on my conscience.

Stop it, head into the cockpit.
Even though an aerial view makes things look microscopic.
Need to switch my perspective to shape my perception,
time is money four clocks could pay attention.

The countless hours of existence,
first breath within a second.
Got me thinking of the minute that my spirit leaves the vessel.
I’m a needle in a hay stack,
coins within a piggy bank.
Come to think about it, what the heck’sa body with no cardiac?