blue pill

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Lyrics: Who is gonna save you when you battle alone? Is it God, Allah Buddha, is it Chi or with Om? Should we meditate or pray to the East, or with Song? Is the sober mind right or should we pack up a bong? I never told you that I battle this shit, in my Dome 'fore I write it down I think about it, could I be wrong? Aint no doubt in my mind, nobody's gotten it right And if I battle with you, you'll think I'm losing my mind And so I keep myself in check and know that I can be a prophet But I gotta know that honesty is no longer an option Cuz nobody wants to know about the shit inside the rockets Or the truth about their currency and digital deposits I don't know if no one knows or is it that nobody gives a fuck? Tv does reality with drunken sluts and nipple tucks I may just be the realest thing that got inside your head and stuck Now you're on your own bitch, real world, good fuckin luck CHORUS CNN The blue Pill, DMT the red pill Hypothetic choices like the choice to kill or be killed You may have a wheat field, well I have a meadow With an ecosystem thriving in a cosmic upper level Is it that to tempt the devil to dishevel his temptation Out of Body mind, now we talk - communication Sending you vibration, bodily design With the sense of never knowing that we heavenly divine Third eye, not blind, talkin shit until I'm signed Every day I'm on my grind and still my debit card declined Imma rise up, wise up, gather my shit devise up A plan to tell you all the things comprising of my steps, dub I was here before infinity was measured as a point Im observant of the energy reacting cosmic joints Imma truth seeker and I'm consciously gon' flip a coin God doesn't gamble I'm just Human walking through the void CHORUS I am not a Shaman and I'm also not with Islam Buddha is a part of me but also is the 8th Psalm If you start a war with me I battle like the Vietcong Sun Tzu beat the fuckin tyranny of Uncle Tom Workin in a restaurant made me meet a lot of people None are regal, all deceitful, making money and its legal Im aware of my perspective, I can be effective All I gotta do is keep directing my objectives Im the only one who needs to know of my progression If I focus on oppression I'll be borderline obsessive I have questions to be asked and they will be at my discretion My profession is expression of a metaphoric lesson Imma give you my impression of a noun called Earth We got living things and breathing things on top of all the dirt And so what separate's us? Just because we occupy the sky Or cuz we have a thing called art? Imagination asking Why? Why does love effect us so much we abandon survival? Why do bibles make us hate each other? Cycle of rivals Why does everybody feel as though their tribe is entitled To keep polluting all the soil where they go to recycle? Why?