Below the Noise
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Is it really me, or a figment of my mind?
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Am I really here? Feel my spirit far away
Death to designer, oh, what I mean the supplier
Of ignorance that's acquired by psychologic desire
Death to a bigot embellished in narcissistic intention
Characteristics, I shoot you with my ballistics
Death to the drama re-polished for us to swallow
With hollow leaders to follow and novice preachers who I know
Not honest in what they say
Operating their power improperly keep us sane
We always playing it safe
And death is so very plain for the ones who will not stand
So they're martyrs for our vain and our vanity what a shame
'Cause righteousness only garnered well after they hit the grave
When blood is put in the wage
See honor's a dirty game
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Is it really me, or a figment of my mind?
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Am I really here? Feel my spirit far away
Pray for the best in people
Pray that the worst is little compared to blessings
I pray that we could see we equals
Strengthen the disadavantaged
Pray for the average man, or women, or in-betweener
I parry the ignoramus
I pray we accept the challenge
Beyond phenomenon, the media, a blurry passage, or other nonsense
Allow the conscious to ponder on
The thought we've not yet
Put heart to heart, soul to soul
Below the loudness
Pray for my papa's shoulder
Pray for my mama's hands
Pray that my Lola live long enough just ot see me dance
Pray for my brother's conscious
Pray for my sister's peace
Pray that I keep my own promises if I do succeed
Pray that I keep momentum
Pray for a strong relationship with my lover, my partners
Pray that we learn from struggle
Pray that I strive today
Pray that i live tomorrow
Pray that my hustle grow sharp enough so I pop the bubble
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Is it really me, or a figment of my mind?
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Am I really here? Feel my spirit far away
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Is it really me, or a figment of my mind?
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Am I really here? Feel my spirit far away
Death to designer, oh, what I mean the supplier
Of ignorance that's acquired by psychologic desire
Death to a bigot embellished in narcissistic intention
Characteristics, I shoot you with my ballistics
Death to the drama re-polished for us to swallow
With hollow leaders to follow and novice preachers who I know
Not honest in what they say
Operating their power improperly keep us sane
We always playing it safe
And death is so very plain for the ones who will not stand
So they're martyrs for our vain and our vanity what a shame
'Cause righteousness only garnered well after they hit the grave
When blood is put in the wage
See honor's a dirty game
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Is it really me, or a figment of my mind?
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Am I really here? Feel my spirit far away
Pray for the best in people
Pray that the worst is little compared to blessings
I pray that we could see we equals
Strengthen the disadavantaged
Pray for the average man, or women, or in-betweener
I parry the ignoramus
I pray we accept the challenge
Beyond phenomenon, the media, a blurry passage, or other nonsense
Allow the conscious to ponder on
The thought we've not yet
Put heart to heart, soul to soul
Below the loudness
Pray for my papa's shoulder
Pray for my mama's hands
Pray that my Lola live long enough just ot see me dance
Pray for my brother's conscious
Pray for my sister's peace
Pray that I keep my own promises if I do succeed
Pray that I keep momentum
Pray for a strong relationship with my lover, my partners
Pray that we learn from struggle
Pray that I strive today
Pray that i live tomorrow
Pray that my hustle grow sharp enough so I pop the bubble
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Is it really me, or a figment of my mind?
I've got something on my mind
A couple million things orbit 'round me undefined
Are we really free or constructed by design?
Am I really here? Feel my spirit far away
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Writer(s): Rudy Kalma
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