Life

I was born with a vision that would blossom at twelve
metaphysically I'd been through every possible hell/
stretched my imagination to the brink of extinction
know everything its own but couldn't see the distinction/
losing sight of what's real…god must have drew the venetians
people tend not to hear because they’re usually speakin’/
sipped from the fountain of life but i knew in good reason
that it wasn't much different from what I'm usually drinkin’/
thoughts are abstract by nature we actively break em
all they talk about is money cus the salary make em/
people only find nirvana when they're lives in a rut
reach their hands into the sky like they was getting’ stuck up/
I chose a path where I constantly converge with divine
while they seem to treat they faith like an emergency line/
had to reassure myself people will see it in time
the soul isn't an accessory that's needed to shine/
that path is kind of murky but you’re leading it fine
even if nobody know except for me and my rhymes/
i stuck around for this long but I must leave you in time
you can bump this when you deep in a bind...I gotta go