MEDITATIONS Video (MV)

In high demand like water in Africa
Pushing the Sentra never no maxima
Change, all a part of my design
We going through seasons, extending the mind
Loose, upon the noose around your throat
Thoughts are a vessel built for you to coast
Or cruise, however you choose to live
Don't sink just swim, we goin in
Tell me what's the truth and what's the meaning of life
Is death the only response? Born to die?
Here we are and we searching for the answers
Heart attack pestilence disease and cancer
It don't make no sense what's the relevance
Say it's all apart of the plan what's the evidence
Let me meditate and medicate the conscious
Big pharma in the house and the product aint honest
And we searching for the answers
These my meditations, these my meditations
These my meditations, these my meditations
Your stars shall align peep the wonders and the signs
Straight through your looking glass break down the alkali
I'm chillin, waiting for my blessings to rain
Dancing on the beat, dos left feet no shame
Pleasure eradicates the need to succeed
We compromise one another to fulfill greed
That Sunday evening empty feeling
Revealing all the things that are useless
To growth, hope I twist into knots, to resemble rope
Your heart blooms a fountain inside it makes me choke
We transcend boundaries, only to forget
This message is global but born in the Midwest
Life, is but a vapor it seems
Dreams, attachment leads to suffering
Yielding, one with peace well aware
Praying for tragedy for the pity that lies there
Yea
Life is but a vapor it seems
Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul
Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race
Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze,
Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems,
Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul
Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race
Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze,
Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems,
I'm shackled to reality, fallacy of living this life in hell,
Dwelling behind these scars infidel I am
I feel plans fade away, like ashes and decay, and I may just lose it
Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul
Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race
Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze,
Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems,
Crawling to the dough and i feel it in my soul
Getting old? Me? Never, forever in a rat race
Chasing the dreams, while they float on the breeze,
Tangibility is out of reach and so it seems,
I'm shackled to reality, fallacy of living this life in hell,
Dwelling behind these scars infidel I am
I feel plans fade away, like ashes and decay, and I may just lose it
And I may just lose it
And I may just lose it
In a hall forever empty I found my applause