The Limit

My thoughts straight chasing me
I pick up the pace
You best believe me when I tell you I'm the last in the race
But there's a beauty 'bout awareness being in the final place
You won't be catching where you're lacking 'till you notice your mistakes
A bullet sent by a miracle
Karma's so satirical
Talk if I'm top of the game
I gotta rap fast if you see that I'm lyrical
I know it's egotistical
But fuck it I'm ballistic
All I want is ego death again 'cause dammit I'm hysterical
Shit
It's like I slipped and I fell in a ditch
My body dropping, my spirit is lifting
I will abandon my motor, my engine
Follow my spirit and see my dimensions
Surrender, I deal with my tensions
Our body is just an extension
Our spirit will guide us
I call that shit human-divine intervention

When the sky comes down, the wind blows
The conscience calling my name, my buddy
When I pass clouds now I know
There is no limit, there is no actual limit

Damn, this is a mess
Flustered thoughts of ego death
It's like the message I address are battered thoughts I can't confess
But if you think about it
I'd highly doubt it if you're mad about it
But just imagine the human soul as a power outlet
We take this energy in, but where do we get it from?
And then how do we push it out?
Is it from the sun?
Yeah, but the universe is made of this shit
We're not in it
We are the universe comprised of infinite
So open up
Let your aura shine, it's fucking beautiful
This ancient knowledge lost in time, so people see it as unusual
Oldies acting flabbergasted
This shit is the aftermath recovery after the fact that's jumbled up our human task
It's whack
We find our happiness in fat stacks
But it's fact that we don't see our human wealth that holds us back
Material happiness isn't real it's all a joke
But if you want it sempiternally, then chill and let it go

When the sky comes down, the wind blows
The conscience calling my name, my buddy
When I pass clouds now I know
There is no limit, there is no actual limit

Now what is this postulate you're presenting me with?
Just take a hint
I'm not so interested 'cause you're not making sense
Here's the difference
Your belief I cannot see until I die
But this hippie talk I'm talking, you can see while you're alive
I've been hypocritical, fucking fizzled out all my lies man
Now I'm throwing my bad habits in the trash can
Fuck it I'm bananas, but I'm changing shit around
Talking meditating, not medicating
Fuck all the frowns
Now I'm opening up my third eye pineal with Kundalini Mudra
Passion's coming out
Yeah, I'm a lover, not a shooter
My senses start to tingle, fix my issues like a loose shingle
Call me Bob the Breaker
Tearing barriers like Trump haters
Ask Avril Lavigne about my music
I'm that sk8r boi
Hand is hurting like I'm bit by that alligator toy
Fuck it, I'm done with the jokes
But I need some comedy to get my message across
How do I know if my lyrics will ever be listened to
If I'm not funny a lot

When the sky comes down, the wind blows
The conscience calling my name, my buddy
When I pass clouds now I know
There is no limit, there is no actual limit