once again, it’s 4am,
smokin marijuana till I’m lucid dreamin in my bed
in my head, I visualize the multiverse
as I spit this verse, a variant of me could be dead in a hearse
is it a blessing? is it a curse?
to be so gifted with these words
but never truly know, if you are ever heard?
no matter what, the world it turns, with no concern, of all the hate, all the pain, the names of evil men who played with war like it’s a game
the universe is unaffected, of our love and affection
the beauty of human connection
artistic freedom of expression
Interested in intellection
our perception of existence
the direction of our drive for knowledge
and the power of persistence
I know how this sounds I’m comin off nihilistic
but deep down, I’m just tryna be realistic
I’m speakin my mind
tryna find my soul on life’s expedition