It's happening. I'm back
again rapping
in my back room.
Relaxing while I'm slapping on some vinyl
records mastering the craft
of mashing styles
again.
Miles of ink and piles of pens.
Keeping our song alive 'til the end of time.
Turn it back
and begin again
because the cycle of our souls essence is infinite...
Clouds are moving by so fast
reminds me of an acid trip.

Futuristic visons reflecting that of past experience.

Back to the holy sacrament of living passionate.
I think we all should stand on this land
we're given hand in hand.

Hands together.

It's today.
We gotta love melodically.
From all sides turn
to God.
Then you're not stuck
in the same same old spot.
Over your head and your mind
under a rock.

So what do we do?

We say we have to sit on the bank.
But in reality we need to collaborate
and meditate.

Hands Together.

Falling on a cloud while I'm clapping and singing
that it's common law to love.
I'm feeling this all the while
I'm coming out of the outer realm
of happiness, of consciousness.
I'm glad this is a life that I can live to gain
A Consciousness.