Rock The Boat

I'ts ironic I'm conversing with a dead man in my living room

He astonished that I see beyond the physical

Voice kinda sounding like the chords off of a musical

Clutching this invisible umbilical, and

Claiming connection to my claims of religion, the spirit dimension, the ethereal belief system

My heart skips assimilating the rhythm

He tells me listen

He says:

Are you watching closely or too close to see the bigger picture

Coached that as you grow, you trust in your intuition

You're treated with the conditions, the terms and definitions

Of your world and it's systems through another's exposition

You're chasing after the wind, running after the light

Bet your best form of expression is another man's insight

Another man exposes you to everything that's right

Everything that you love, everything that's delight

Everything you abhor, everything that you spite

Everything that's conventional, everything that's polite

You're grateful for the relief, you never really had to fight

For the knowledge that is belief, the knowledge that's in sight

Knowledge you have received is the knowledge that is your right

You're gratified in the darkness, terrified of the light

A little shift in paradigm is inspired by a thing you define

Evil

Restricted by what your knowledge confines

Can't think for yourself, ignorance is your intelligence

Fear has become a culture, your history is irrelevant

You'd be abnormal if you were able to see an elephant

In a room full of swine, brainwashed by the design

Never discerning the signs, unable to explain

What is written within the lines

And y can't x plane

Everything is a matrix, an illusion that you can't fix

Go on, light your matches, you'll realize when you try

I seen the figures in the graphs and heiroglyphs, I decode them

It's leverage for the blind, beverage for the mind

Call it self education, call it the unrefined

But then again it's all the same one, all one of a kind

With a crooked smile, he tells me to

Get up on his level

Get to see things from his point of view

Connecting all of the dots

Collecting all the reports

Of our world and how it spins

The forces that spin our hearts, how we're the universe within

Understanding the love of God enough to will myself in him

Teach each other to elevate, teach a brother how to dream

Discussing the nephilim, deliberating their regimes

Indoctrinate another in the sound of unsound doctrines

Pagan representations of what we know as divinity to worship of the unclean

Feeding of the machine

Feeding off of the machine

Revelations of mysteries that's hidden bout the supreme

In the silence of our inner

Hidden right under our noses, coated by our esteem

It's all been front of you, for how long will it be unseen?

Silence the mind. How can you speak if you don't listen?

Number your days, apply your heart to wisdom

What's conviction in conviction but conviction

Learning newer words to expressing my contradiction

Coming with a lighter in my hand, burning my hypothermia

Hoping I can stand and understand to understand...

I try to remind myself I'm just an ordinary man

Sojourning through life, pursuing the way to the promised land

Nothing but plain matter, functioning in nothingness of nothing that don't matter

And nothing don't matter

He tells me its all or nothing when you're nothing at all

You might be human, but it's just a covering for the soul

The covering that is me, a cadaver you control

We are the same and nothing we do is ever small

There's nothing ordinary about the seed of the I am

If yahweh made me what I am, I am

I ignite, then take flight

Light up the satellites with every word that I recite

Every lyric that I write

Every thought I provoke

Every discipline I poke

Every wrath I invoke

I'm steady rocking the boat

Spitting lyrics you backstroke to

Deep enough to back-stroke you

Then attempt to break it down and break your dawn too

Exposing you to light, have you aboard of my shuttle, when I shuttle through the universe and back

Through my future and your past

Take you back to the future

Bringing the realness back

With the truth that fears no question

Bringing the illness back

Bulimic to your expressions

Throw up to the fakeness of your beliefs

Watch you throw hands up to all that I can give

Buzzing you to your lightyears

Until its the returning of the son

To infinity and beyond