Do you appreciate the beauty of these vibrations
All over you, setting you in motion?
Let your soul ride the waves,
Close your eyes and escape
From the craze brought
By this world's chaotic maze
I took the road back in '11 and it wasn't wrong

My desire to be strong fuels the same waves
Embarked on a never-ending journey
To share music across every frequency
Found my right kind of heaven, I flee
And stay high, smoke-free, whenever I'm writing
Found peace in isolation with the beats
Repelling the demons
That I have to keep on facing

But every now and then, I have to wake up
Get off the ride just for a moment
And turn the volume down
To face this tangible world
So I tap to keep playing music its movement

They say life is meaningless
But music doesn't make it futile
A picture's worth a thousand words
Translated for its beauty
But these words create worlds
That a picture can't fulfill

So imagine the magic
When sounds and stories are fused
The symphony induces a recurring dreamscape
Of infinitely floating in a reverie to deep space
Evoking the impression of the dilation of time

In which the mind simulates a skydive to cloud nine
Addictive than all kinds of smoke-high like cess
Stress-relieving cigarettes and self-depleting crystal meth
Best believe it's medicine administered
For us to replenish the energy lost
In servitude and serfdom, ugh
It encompasses all ranges of emotions
A concentration of the most insane form of madness
The paradox of melancholic tunes uplifting moods
Offering prismatic views to a colourblind world

Wasn't always about money, girls, and killing
Others picture stories of how one is living
To encourage you to understand different ideas
Perspectives or actions done at a moment in time
You can hear it in the rhymes, surrender to the vibe
Both encased in the sounds that travel in free space
Float with what you hear, imagine what was written
Decrypt the message, the essence of the music

I live in a world where there is life in after dark
My mind ran by a lab rat looking for a spark
Trying to add scenery to what I call my paradise
A sandbox filled with my imagination
It exists for the purpose of writing tales
Ready to set sail 'cause I'm about to deliver
My truth, one that I believe would set one free
From the blindness inflicted upon by this reality

Rap's an instrument to be expressive vocally
Hip hop is far from dead,
Just look around your local scene
From the jazzy instrumentals influenced with trap
To the left-field lyricism paired with somber boom-bap

I remember the good times when I was a student
Saving just enough to cop the latest album set
And coming home with just a torn twenty-peso bill
But with food for the soul
That compensates for every skipped meal
All sharing their stories, each a colour in the palette
Whether art for its own sake or a purpose, it's valid
My ultimate intention is to empathise

So it's enough when one listener
Approaches you for being mesmerised
Art creates balance in relation to science
Like the relative theory
Of space and time being unified
Where space is consumed
By the canvas of the painting
And time is spent zoning in
To the richness of the soundscape

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