Tea And Thoughts

Times keep changing
I’m followed by 12 disciples with 9 lives inside my tyrant mind
I burn 6J's with three masons
The math equals forever
I’ve never been terrified to die, n****
So forever I’ll keep chasing
My biggest fear is being the young position
I’m a master more than a Christian
More than a Buddhist, more than a Muslim
What is false religion?
What is 13 descendants inside a haunted pentagram with chains, whips and
bitches believing in paradigm?
Love is the vision
Love is the vision
Why?
The sun went back
Tell me what you see
I know a million fall
Bowing at your feet
I hope you warm up
I hope you warm up
Your diamonds on my back
Shining bright as the sun
There’s something in your heart
Don’t you say you’re gonna
I know you warm up
I hope you warm up
Finger on that trigger
Finger on that trigger
Finger on that trigger
I hope you warm up
I hope you warm up
Finger on that trigger
I hope you
Run, run, run, run, run, run…
Finger on that trigger
I hope you
Run
Soul religion
The crucifixion of an Egyptian pyramids' third eye vision misguided from gods
peripheral
Baby boy turned blue, blue turned baby gun powder — fists forgot power so shoot
Inject this freedom, America
Brainwash the mind with soap water for currency
Soul swiped the body, exchange image for bogus — you run
Don’t turn back to be, turn in to one
Love and also passion endorses passion and thinks you do find love — or
revolution.
Escape the paradox being the mind is a trap if its on a box.
It’s four corners but, even math can be turned into one
I could be honest, we all lust for the same thing: Flash, Fame, Money, Cars,
Girls.
But ask old Robert Johnson what all happened when he caught the blues at the
crossroads
I say: Extend your arms to whatever it is that you do love but don’t let it
kill you.
Open fists, enough air to pray that your soul is more gold than appearance of
blacks who pay for your tea and thoughts.
Your peace and mind.
And the one that you are.
Run, run, run, run.
Finger on that trigger
I hope you run.