Orbiting from the first eye
To behind the navel
Wit an astral gasp for grace,
Tryna Re-fine my matrix,
As slow as time since I've decelerated
So I gotz to pep it up,
Like herbs ground and shaken
So my sadhana serious, heart light as a feather
And my smile consistent
As Maya play in the weather
Move by spirit in a world moved by commas and decimals
Most are numb, cold, and distant to the Love datz Self
So God emerges from the *****,
As the Heart of a the Path
Gotta synchronize rhythm wit every pulse and step
I AM Man
Not a corporate fictional contract
With a surety of Life
Not a national debt
So set the straw on fire
And let them claim the ashes
Cuz I can hear freedom ringing
And I know how to answer