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lyrics
01 Next Step
Verse One
Light the face and watch its smoke rise/
Poetry spills parted ways without expression/
These days I'm still glazed/
Tryna focus on the part of the picture/
Searching for perfect, stupid voices/
Broken paths towards the 8's/
Is life reflected from the inside fit for all to see?/
Still tryna calm theses unseen tempers/
The scale is great/
From them open days of personal insight/
To the last voice wrote for the Supa/
Courtesy disrespected so many chances to change/
Shake these words from the unseen/
No price for the written display/
Out the speakers, expose the journey of self/
From the realms of no name/
But this feeling, I had to explain/
Time travel, another life time, young/
Lonely walking down the stairs/
Eyes, looking like death was my only friend/
Who's watching?
Do you hear the other side calling?/
Its pulling as you walk
I give a fuck if this makes sense to you/
I wrote this from them, the others beyond the all/
We break reality, but we stay broken, tokin'/
Stuck in this domain to explain/
Verse 2
We still rising, still drop it how we want, stick to no rules/
I kill my self if I wanted to leave this Earth/
Even my heart can't decide the next step, the next beat/
The next step in this life, this cursed shell/
Shit don't stop, what's more worst/
What exist beyond the mind of the youth/
So raw they fear each other/
Traumatic scenes live from Edmonton Green/
Death strikes the beauty in this wild flower/
The one that picks that, walks of triumphant/
Mothers and Fathers they crying/
Baby children screaming/
Rage from the stares of baby mothers/
So depressing from the voice of no emotion/
Is this just another Earth experience?/
Untangle the web and see the message/
Hold still, I'm here to heal, destroy the fear/
Blast the guide of light, the gift of the craft/
Teks wrath of the math, fuck the past/
Times change, times rearrange/
So much love, respect to Obey/
The one who wrote the dopess' shit I ever heard in my life/
This game of rap is nothing but trash/
Kind words from the other side of the page/
Drugs, sex, violence/
I'm tired of the scenes where there's no light/
I'd rather pull that switch blade and cut my ties/
Raise my seeds right/
Better then the other life time/
Working with this path from the start, so many branches/
Enjoy this quest, meditated in the unfoldment of new vision/
The future depends on what i do now and that's not a guess/
That's internal fact, hold your tears/
The real choose to go/
No auto pilot when the seal is broken/
No need for the fix, because life's a joke/
No ones laughing, back to nothing/
Where the All exist .../
I seen it in the bliss of lovely vision/