Empty Bottles of Water

Alright, hot light, we are the world, destiny's crib?
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Check it, peep this out

Man, sitting alone's crazy, sometimes amazing
Physical on the couch, but mentally, yo, I'm grazing in the grass
Staring through the glass, filled with time
Just hanging in the air, but it really ain't there
My rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago
Couldn't even peep my own flows
Sometimes, that's how it goes

Don't even catch myself, when I'm wandering 'round the badlands
Being the bad man, looking for a lid in hand
You probably think I'm bugging, when I say that I'm the president
And all these other dudes, are hesitant
I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings
Your way or that way out there, I'm right there
Purple hills, and purple pills, are for people who probably
Never permanently tried to get live, you lied
Prepaid hip hop, taking over the two Jeep
But this marijuana I'm smoking, steady, take heed

And every time I blow, she tell me something she knows
A very good listener, we rap back to back
And rat pack shorties, is always telling a story
They too busy watching Glory and Belly
Wishing for a celly, with the flipdown talk switch, just to pop shit
But this group I came with, we on some rock and roll shit
Psychedelic paragraphs, I might be thinking too fast
Answers in the form of a
My brother, don't ask
Half the time I don't know, it make sense and then it don't

I grab ahold, and let go 'cause, it's all for show
And when the curtains come down, I'm still giving a pound
With the same frown, as Mike T with the pro sound
And the know-how, I think I go now, and wonder how
That bottle, that looked full, was really empty

We got 40 bottles of water, empty up on the wall
Spinning around, like an R and B singer, under a waterfall
Releasing the souls, trapped inside, neglected record
Translating to rap, capped loop to five
The second, to sequence the frequencies with ease
Moving through the cosmos, remembering the breeze
With the sound, of the whispering leaves, in an endless forest
Where lives are won, and lost beneath every tree
Stand in it, the infinite expansive mind dance
And catch an overnight flight, to France, to water the plants

I travel to a beach, where each and every wave
Sounds like, an Ultimate Breaks and Beats
And the streets are paved, with slip mats
Sitting in cafés, with hip cats, in cantinas in Lima
Drinking a six-pack, then get back to my life, where I'm at
Turning on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat
So stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two
And sit up on the porch, and drink a cold brew
Watching the sunset, as it moves through the haze
We can melt, into the music, of Los Angeles daze

The sun raised the morning of praise, the warning of ways changing
I'll probably see you there, and won't
Letting my mind zone, touching you, in your own home
Transglobal, like Mobil, or a corporate affair
To the dome, peace, split home pieced
The parental release slip is signed
I rhyme, while I field trip