Until those cops come bust in threw the door,
Ima just keep doing me and making me some dough.
I’m bout to get it on,
Finna act stupid.
I’m here I keeps it loopy, gotta stack up finna look stupid.
I got shit on lock
Call me baby Cupid.
I got my head on my shoulders ain’t no need for chips,
Got my heart where it should be, God is smiling at me with bliss.
Didn’t let this cold world turn me into just another zombie of the apocalypse.
I receive the world with open heart and open arms, I accept it all and give it a kiss.
You won’t hear hate coming from my mouth, my tongue is sacred and truth flows through my lips.
I take the good and the bad, I eat it all and metabolize darkness.
You can try all you want you can never put me down,
I’m so at peace in my tranquility, I’ve been the fool, the hermit and a huge clown.
Hayoka shaman is what I am, if you don’t know that’s a sacred clown.
Indigenous blood flowing through me, you’ll never see me frown. I paint with every color of the wind, you can catch me artistically clowning around.
Respect my breath and life force with the sacred sound.
Ohm ohm ohm
Get those vibrations running on some higher ground.
Thanks for the meditation, thanks for the p.o.v.
But before I get to loving you some more I got to love some me.
Two types of narcissists in this world let me show you how this goes on.
Type one is woe is me always wallowing in doubt, never trusting gnosis and hurting people all around. Hoping that they feel what they are feeling deep deep down.
Type two the one who self aware and always productive as can be. Understands that you can’t love or be loved until the one who loves you is me me me. Understands how life can hurt and wants peace in you and me so we can have it all around.
