Yesterday, forget it
Tomorrow is, nada
The present is, right here, through the breath, watch it
Atheist Jesus piece, hangin´ on a cross
We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs
About how we got here,
What it is, what it isn´t, shit
Fate versus faith, scrimmagin´ with coincidence
Leave out the market and hold up on the business end
Focus on the genuine, with everything else, you can shed the skin
I was a couple moves away from being dead
In that ER overdosin´, eyes bleedin´ red
I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz
Lost it all, sobered up and guess what?
Now we meet again
And I´m back, finally just laughin´
Expectations are resentments waiting to happen
Studying the Dharma, Karma of a pastor and his practice
Bahá´u´lláh Buddha, God, to the mountaintop and I´m traveling
Learnin´, yes, reflectin´ on what matters
People, permanence, lack of attachments
It´s space and time, a couple man-made distractions
The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture
Church, this booth is my Vatican
I don´t control life, but I can control how I react to it
Student of the breath, brick beats and balancin´
Desire versus truth until I finally find happiness

I was put here to do something before I´m lyin´ in that casket
I´d be lyin´ on the beat if I said I didn´t know what that is
The world´s a stage and we play a character, I found him
It took me 20 something years and a bunch of shitty sound checks
I´m not gonna be content, until I find gratitude
Regardless of my sales or the record deals they´re handin´ you
If the next generation takes our legacy and samples you
We´ll have a bunch of mp3´s and misled kids to pass ´em to
I use my veins to create the color I paint from
Delve into something ´til my heart becomes my paint brush
I told my mama I´m not stoppin´ ´til my name´s up
Thinkin´ those comments on that blog is gonna save us
Searchin´ for everything but Gods and validation
Get insecure and then we start blamin´ the haters
Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant
Truth, the only thing that I ever used in moderation
So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle
Take all ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful
Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical
So the people can relate to where I´ve been,
Where I´m going, what I´ve seen, what I´ve heard
From the guts, fuck the glory
Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording
Many in my past and many that came before me
I just keep walkin´ my path and blessed to share my story