Yesterday  forget it
Tomorrow is nada
The present is right here
Through the breath  watch it
Atheist Jesus piece  hanging on a cross
We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs

About how we got here
What it is  what it isn't  shit
Fate vs  fate  scrimmaging with coincidence

Leave out the market
And hold up on the business end
Focus on the genuine
And everything else
You can shed the skin
I was a couple moves away from being dead

In that ER overdosing  eyes bleeding red
I fell in love  made an album  got a buzz
Lost it all  sobered up and guess what
Now we meet again
And now I'm back  finally just laughin'
Expectations are resentments waiting to happen

Studying the Dharma  Karma  Vipassana practice
Bahá'u'lláh  Buddah
God to the mountaintop and I'm traveling
Learning  yes  reflecting on what matters

People  impermanence  lack of attachments
It's space and time  a couple man-made distractions
The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture

Church  ha  this booth is my Vatican
I don't control life  but I control how I react to it
Student of the breath  break beats and balancing
Desire vs  truth until I finally find happiness

I was put here to do something
Before I'm lying in that casket
I'd be lying on the beat if I said I didn't know what that is
The world's a stage and we play a character  I found him
It took me 20 something years
And a bunch of shitty soundchecks
I'm not gonna be content  till I find gratitude

Regardless of my sales or the record deals
That they're handing you
If the next generation takes a legacy in samples
You will have a bunch of mp3's of misled kids to pass 'em to
I use my veins to create the color I paint from

Delve into self until my heart becomes my paint brush
I told my momma I'm not stopping till my names up
Thinkin' those comments on that blog is gonna save us
Searching for everything but God to validate ya

Get insecure and then we start blaming the haters
Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant
Truth  the only thing that I ever used in moderation
So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle
Take all the ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful
Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical
So that people can relate to where I've been
Where I'm going  what I've seen  what I've heard
From the guts  f**k the glory
Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording

Many in my past and many that came before me
I just keep walking my path and I'm blessed to share my story