Respirare

Mic check
Pen and pad to write, check
Clearly you can hear me
I'm just trying to bring your life back, don't leave
Are you breathing, can you see me
Do you believe in miracles
Do you believe in anything
Clearly you can feel me when I tell you that you're nearer
To the ghost in the mirror
Do you believe in ghosts
Do you know that there's an essence in the air that keeps you breathing
Do you know you're just one thought away from angels or demons
Whichever you believe in
Do you believe in purpose
Do you believe your life is worth it
Can you conceive that what you receive is what you believe
Your life is perfect
I'm no surgeon
But I see inside your heart
Yo Second Try and Ender, make it beat
I'm going in and going deep
Give me the track, I'll give 'em the heat
Give 'em my heart if that's what they need
I give my all till nothing is left
Everything to the last breath
I think we're losing him, tell him to breathe
Are you alive, do you believe (breathe)
Hand me my tools (breathe)
And let me do what I do (breathe)
Cool, mic check
Pen and pad to write, check
Clearly you can hear me
I'm just trying to bring your life back
Flat line, rewind, wind-re, line-flat
Me hear, can you clearly
I'm just trying to bring your life back
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe

I think we're losing him
He can't discern the difference between making decisions and his decisions choosing him
Loosely we cling to what's comfortable
He prays for change but seeks in vain
When opportunities knock, he ignores every one of 'em
Most don't believe in ghosts but claim to believe in the son of 'em
Most don't believe

I'm feeling a strange inclination telling me things, I try to explain
They say I'm insane, I tell 'em believe
They tell me give in, I say I receive
I saw the ghost in a flame, telling me I can control anything
They say I'm out of my mind (nah)
I'm flyer than fly on a whole 'nother plane
I pilot the sky like it's my space
I divide time, then my mind takes me
High places I wouldn't expect
I write the rhyme like I was sent it
I mic check, but might just turn my mic down and go fight jet
Then lights out, but this fire burns
Am I turning on any lights yet
Are you alive, do you believe
Do you see what I see
My sixth sense does half this writing in the after-life
Back to tell me I don't have to die
Breathe, Via, believe
You are the tree in the seed
The fruit in the leaves
The essence of everything that I intended to be
I'm only your name, you are the ghost in the flame
Gateway between all I see
Don't leave me, don't fall asleep
Life lives in each thought you think
Breathe, Via, believe
Only you can bring your life back
Please, give me a sign, are you alive
Yeah, mic check
Mic check
Pen and pad to write, check
Clearly you can hear me
I'm just trying to bring your life back
Breathe