Purpose Over Profit

They're whispering, thoughts through the wind
Thought we lost connection but we're tapping in again
The demons tried their hardest but the angels always win
Putting purpose over profit turning profit in the end
I said they're whispering, thoughts through the wind
Thought we lost connection but we're tapping in again
The demons tried their hardest but the angels always win
Putting purpose over profit turning profit in the end

I'm peaking through the cracks in the vinyl
I hit this plane with luggage it was absent on arrival
Cords cracked my spinal, drums hit my solar plex
I conversate with instruments, reishi mushrooms, cordyceps
Strolling through the charter steps
Patiently I climbed
They told us that the borders closed we found a way to fly
Look up in the sky, it's a universal citizen
Not worried bout the boxes that they made or trying to fit in them
Child of some immigrants, they took a flight of faith
Put their trust up in the process not a dollar to their name
And me I did the same, I'm throwing caution to the wind
Skipping rocks out in the tropics, walk on water, float on hymns
I was looking for an answer, asked a question went within
Now it's all clean, I tapped into the all seen
My art streams on all wall screens
My thoughts are obscene, obscure
Meditative postures, all plans penned to profit partners
Pardon me, if my pen's moving awkwardly
I'm under influenced and over taken by autonomy
Super sonic land speeds, imagine when I tuck the wheels
Put rappers on their tippy toes, in Dorothy's clothes clicking heels
Doors shutter closed, put the house up on tornados
I walk on yellow roads and write on emerald tables
The glow had it's way to go to catch up to the earth
And my flow's in its baby clothes, imagine it matured
Yeah, Imagine it matured
My flows in it's baby clothes imagine it matured
The glow had some way to go to catch up to the earth
The glow had some way to go to catch up to the earth and now they're whispering

Thoughts through the wind
Thought we lost connection but we're tapping in again
The demons tried their hardest but the angels always win
Putting purpose over profit turning profit in the end
I said they're whispering, thoughts through the wind
Thought we lost connection but we're tapping in again
The demons tried their hardest but the angels always win
Putting purpose over profit turning profit in the end
I said they're whispering, thoughts through the wind
Thought we lost connection but we're tapping in again
The demons tried their hardest but the angels always win
Putting purpose over profit turning profit in the end