Staring out my window, on a stormy night


Love over everything other shit is meaningless
The world is a ball and its spinning on my fingertips
God put me here to show my enemies I'm spirited
Stab the devil in his heart with his own pitchfork and I gotta twist

I know I'm sick,

My passion is unlimited its growing by the minute like the deficit
And FUCK MONEY
And every stipulation that's a part of it's a harbinger of negative
I need substance, I do this for the music for the art of it , the heart of it, I'm part of this...

Thing we call life, and what an opportunity to show,
The opposite to ignorance to influence an increasingly growing population of intellectual thinkers and wonderful truth seekers

Now we settin the bar, higher than we can think of
Reaching beyond the stars, galaxies we ain't dream of
This is the black print that took a while for me to scheme up
No Genie picked this G up so I had to be a genius and turn the ears you used to listen into loud speakers, hello?

Do you hear me now?
This the beautiful mind of a severely odd thinker.
Mind over matter, Joy over pain, wisdom over lies, put the sun over the rain
Umbrella over your head in case it downpours for days

Understand where darkness lurks light will shine again
Just cause you trembling and afraid, that doesn't mean that you are not brave---heart
Hark, where art thou? The question that I get, but my dreams are in the clouds

I do not pay attention to this fake shit on the ground, what for?
Cause all it does is hold me down I wanna move up more,
Through the third and the second to the first floor

So my kids kids kids dont have to work for it.