the backrooms

I was in the real backrooms
Felt like more than a minute that I've gotten some shut eye
Beige wallpapers looking at me with a dead eye
A couple too many turned in to the sith from the jedi
Just like Anakin
It was akin to a 23 year old kid
Not fully in tune with his own language
Step out of that sitch' and watch the negative aura just vanquish
Keep my soul and mind for the expansion
Elongation to this nation with the brain chip
No inhibitor with the storm trooper
No inhibitor with the storm trooper
A type of serialism turned into surrealism
In this schism in society
We all seen things that are a little frightening
Too much of intoxication your cell's tightening
But anyways we on to the next step
The capitalist structure causes opportunities to arise
For the people that get access to the prize
A pyramid of flows and dynamics in the business industry
And others
It had to come from our souls
Practice better practices
Make sure we all get access to lucrative opportunities
To thrive for success in this life when our debt is arrest
Of the potential of human nature to persist
Suits that make your cells not move
Release the ethereal forces of the old times and the new
The core, the underneath caves and caverns
Different ores and the patterns of our God's touch
Split the Dutch and import all the green in to the blunt
Get access to designer options for everyone
Oh that's not it, how?
I guess they don't look out for everyone
Feel like a blacksmith
Creating lyrical swords to slice my body of work
Chop it in to sections and look inside, coincide
Allow people to have free reign over their own time
Their own dominion
Guess it's too much for that freedom
Let my lyrics permeate like the enigma machine
Created out of recycled titanium and aluminum
Don't use people as minions
Want to have a connection to Pinyin or the Egyptians
Create optical lenses that enhance vision
And allows you to see multidimensional prisms
Structures to simulate, OPIM, CSS classes
Speaking in code, lyrical code to simulate new worlds
Turn in to a blacksmith
Cheffin' up lyrical level swords with the words
Mad plots maybe one too many drinks in my system those shots
Too much street side outside
Couldn't make it home but its okay though
Because I got a little dough in my pocket
That'll get me through the night
It's hard man out here for a real one to show up
Joe's up to the plate
Got a lot of things on the plate for a real one
To show up to the spot
Got a lot of creationary protoplasmic conceptions
It's like lyrical inception that you're stepping in to
Synesthesia melding senses together
Hear the non-static noise of a feather falling
Hear the vibrant colors
When I write this shit down it's like Giannis balling, words
Remember when the old civilizations used trade routes
To deliver spices through the Adriatic Sea?
Get a spice from another universe entirely
The old town blues they ain't really hire me
Cause man yo I was tweaking off living some in some parallel reality
Call it new causality to my existence
A little solipsistic in the realm of human mind states
But it manifested itself in to the things that I see and hear
My dualistic senses
But there's a third dimension to this stuff
My body's dying but my mind is not blind, maybe it's time
To step out of this realm that I am sensing
Feeling very intense in
I realize and release these anxious thoughts from my nervous system
Because they systematically phototactically annihilated
My sense of free will