y'all pay lip service to absolutes
while not noticing what gets passed as truths
the world keeps going as you consume
and ain't nothing gon ever come through
im lost in this world across the canvas
knocked off the past commands thus
demand trust and you don't even think
what's what when you're waitin at the brink
im waitin to sink debating the dreams
conveyin i think i believe the scenes
but what you present just seems obscene
façade all along as a means
to an end you fake and pretend
not knowing the beginnin from the end
and realizin they both one within
this simulacrum we're in
steer winds to the vicinity of prosperity
i clear sense and remain with austerity
sincerely i really mean it when I say it
y'all people be doin too much displayin
and not enough portrayin the mayhem
of the self echoing patterns of ancient
cosmological mavens creatin the sanctum
portrayin true self within the salient
moment flowin forward towards atonement
alone the self persists past the component
but you wanna talk dichotomy
bring what you got i gotta see
something less than monotony
a lot of dreams tossed but no losses see
im in the office, picture me getting lost in
words and patterns and i toss them
to the wind let time begin to rend
the moments into a sin
that my perspective commends
im protective of my wins
cos they so few that are in life then
but I take the Ls and I light them
up and blow the smoke to the sky
learnin from the moment goin by
you knowin why this world the way it gets
cos we forgot we in control of shit
let loose the reigns move towards this
sad excuse for some silly culture shift
y'all vulture swift to the corpse of the times
but turtle slow when pushed to the line
a hurdle glowing in the night to find
your way towards more comfortable mind
but that comfort will wreck ya perspective
leave ya cognitively lazy and dejected
believe ive tested the path of that method
and it sure as fuck ain't no blessin
i ain't confessin my shit im just professin
that we got a ways to go beyond this procession
so keep guessing however you reckon
but don't let yourself be greater than the lesson
unless you contain more than what's expressed in
and the through the moments you regressin
back to the inception of self and the weapon
of awareness lettin the next wind
become ya breath and then begin
to exhale and contribute back
to the cycle of the livin path
im spinnin fast and crashing soon
cos this society can really consume
ya soul if ya get lost and forget
ya self and whatever you got to spit
get off the dick of tradition you supposed
to think for yourself and expose the most
beneficial methods or give up the ghost
false dichotomies illusions aligned between
it ain't all black and white, define the scheme
and find the gray that exists in the buffer
opposing two extremes and you left to wonder
how much did I miss thinkin i knew right
and ignorin everything that was in plain sight
i might define myself as a human just like you
but i am beyond that label, a divine fool
like every other mind who finds themselves aligned to
the rhymes when they come through
display the truth if you contain the proof
or just live ya life and forget the shit
the only meaning is what you commit
to reality, just remember you're a part
of the whole and the whole's heart
and soul exists within your role
you me he she all arbitrary words we control
but the separation of am illusion been told
since the days of old, the brain does hold
the experience but that ain't quite it
that's just the control center to begin
y'all forget you conscious within
and perpetuate nonsense again
cos you can't stand when chaos rescinds
ways lost to traditions within
set your gaze off to the system given
and you'll begin to see the wisdom
when you let it be as it is and conceive
of just existing in between the seams
holdin reality together from dreams
overwritin the substrate with the screams
of discomfort and growth quelled to an utter
of meager resistance and that's all you can muster
y'all make less sense than huffin duster
but at least that's something other
than accepting what is given without wonder
and without a love as warm as summer
for every moment you've been given to perform
this perspective enthralled in word form
it's absurd the scorn y'all manifest
when the world just trynna bless