Rhythm

This rhythm
This is pretty much all we ever need
This means so much more than
What is termed as audible frequencies
It's about momentum
Catching the waves when you feel them drifting and mixing and cutting and boosting
People keep asking me why do you do what you do?
How do you feel about the creation of music?

Well, its plain and simple
I was just a kid very little
Had a pen with a notebook
Wrote stories I had an imagination it never bored me
Shit we all have habits
For years, took a lot of practice
Thought to myself do I have it?
Nah Fuck that, I knew I got it
Let's talk about today
I feel words clouding up in my gaze
Im writing up when I'm high as fuck
And I'm trying more than just race
Nah
You know when you breathe it
The colours of your life on a canvas
Energies surround you in manners
Can't comprehend when it matters
Nah
A state of oblivion
Rhythm, it's much more than what you feel
its trance, movements, a loop, repetition
I break bars in it
Wonders in the gaps of it
Time, its logic and emotion
Combined, love, devotion
The depths of it
Its healing man and I gotta say
Meditation man always another way
We pray to God, and we dance to beats
There's magic on the ground with our feet
Tapping, clapping, kicking, snapping
Tempo grabbing, locking, matching
The best part is that all of us have it
One thing we all share is this habit

Don't deny God and don't deny Rhythm
The only way of life is to move yourself as you move around with me
Vibrations, frequencies, the pull of the gravity
Ground yourself, submit yourselves
For these energies will never be the last of me
Always lived another part of me