Vipassana

Yesterday, forget it

Tomorrow is nothing

The present is, right here, through the breath, watch it

Atheist Jesus piece, hangin' 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 versus faith, scrimmagin' with coincidence

Leave out the market and hold up on the business end

Focus on the genuine, with everything else, you can shed the skin

I was a couple moves away from being dead

In that er overdosin', eyes bleedin' red

I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz

Lost it all, sobered up and guess what?

Now we meet again

And I'm back, finally just laughin'

Expectations are resentments waiting to happen

Studying the dharma, karma of a pastor and his practice

Bahá'u'lláh buddha, god, to the mountaintop and I'm traveling

Learnin', yes, reflectin' on what matters

People, permanence, 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, this booth is my vatican

I don't control life, but I can control how I react to it

Student of the breath, brick beats and balancin'

Desire versus truth until I finally find happiness

I was put here to do something before I'm lyin' in that casket

I'd be lyin' 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 sound checks

I'm not gonna be content, until I find gratitude

Regardless of my sales or the record deals they're handin' you

If the next generation takes our legacy and samples you

We'll have a bunch of mp3's and misled kids to pass 'em to

I use my veins to create the color I paint from

Delve into something 'til my heart becomes my paint brush

I told my mama I'm not stoppin' 'til my name's up

Thinkin' those comments on that blog is gonna save us

Searchin' for everything but gods and validation

Get insecure and then we start blamin' 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 ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful

Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical

So the people can relate to where I've been,

Where I'm going, what I've seen, what I've heard

From the guts, fuck 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 walkin' my path and blessed to share my story