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I hold the spot it's at the top

I breathe the fire into my lungs

We call it crops and learn to smoke it when were young

We take a trip into the wild

Pop a shroom and lock a smile

And begin to wonder wow how did it get so foul

It's the nature of the human being selfish and consuming

Righteously we all a victim so we stick it to the system

But the systems just sheeple whit the thought that we all equal

Thats not the case that's just a lie except the fact that we all die

Perspective and decisions

Necessary for our living

Giving everyone the chance to have fun and get high

Give them drugs give them beer and make them forget why

We all living for another so go on and hug your mother

My music

For the person

With a mind built for conversing

Asking listeners a question

Alter thoughts within the lesson

So go on and count your blessings

I'll devalue them in seconds

Taking positions over the people

Who run the world dry

Can you feel it

Or are you a prisoner

Can you here it

Are you a good listener

Can you see it

Or is your vision a blure

Can it be you

Man you got to be sure

I mess around with destinations and reroute them through time

I dance around with speculations and i'm drawling a line

Not the type that's on the table that goes into your mind

I tend to stand pretty stable and separate what's combined

I just bind a beat together and rumble it like the thunder

Slap it like the rain drops out on the open tundra

Molding my world together like my worlds just play dough

I'll be smashing so catch up cause your worlds tomato

I got the sauce with the spice and it taste so nice

Ask your girl

She got the cumber before some summer one night

I got the vision with my mental

Watch me draw it with my pencil

Got the passion for the rhythm

Pumping blood through instrumentals

Throon inside your brain

An imugh your veins to sustain

A visiage on this plane

A pleasure for you pain

The purpose is beyond anything that you can ponder

Watch me wonder this world because this worlds just a wonder

Can you feel it

Or are you a prisoner

Can you here it

Are you a good listener

Can you see it

Or is your vision a blure

Can it be you

Man you got to be sure