(verse 1)
It’s time for some change but not the type politicians claim when they jack classic soul tracks for campaigns.
Greed consuming human beings like champagne.
Everybody complains but all they do is pass blame.
Snatch em out the frame, throw em a deuce & shout “peace!”
Trains never get side-tracked. Neither should we.
I’ve got enough breath control left in me
To vaporize the heinous lies from enemies
Who constantly try to sabotage me as I travel on..
Leave me with nothing but battle scars on my battered heart
But the saddest part is hearing them babble on
Like money is tantamount to righteousness, but it’s not, because
Man has the power to paint song
But instead they play God and tear the planet apart.
What would you rather be? A curse to Earth or a blessing?
Speaking of the Earth, lemme burn some of it’s essence.
Tetrahydrocannabinol
Mixed with a little slight twist of alcohol
Makes the bass & kick come alive from the song
And gives you visions of waves played by guitar
So if you can feel it you can see it
And if you can see it then you can be it
As long as you believe it
It’s reason enough to reach for it ad if you agree
Then play this for your peeps as we blaze one to the beat.
(hook)
It’s the essence..
It’s the essence..
I’ve got some trees and I’m ready to smoke..
But when I smoke I think of things that I normally don’t..
(verse 2)
Take heed as I use colorful stanzas to highlight this wonderful canvas
And shine like the sun over planets
Stroking on something that looks taken by cameras
But couldn’t exist without loving by parents.
Brushes enhance women & man cuddling hands and discussing plans to start a fam cause
Very close by unseen with eyes or touched by human hands it’s as if a trance is
In transit, floating among us in the environment like it was a cumulus or stratus
But to be exact it’s all molecules and atoms.
Call it magic, until it hurts,
Then call it a curse that causes reality to burst into fractions
But it isn’t math it’s a mural on wax,
So just relax and hear what happens.
A man’s brushstrokes design art
When he realizes he’s been painting his mind’s heart
And recollections, and retrospections,
So slowly he suddenly steps in..
To his own masterpiece
Gets consumed when the boom and the bap’s released.
So he stays there, never knowing quite how he made it there
But he knows how, you could see his face it the air.
hook)
It’s the essence..
It’s the essence..
I’ve got some trees and I’m ready to smoke..
But when I smoke I think of things that I normally don’t..
