Man told me he was looking for the truth, I told him cool, I've been looking for it
too.
From the high highs to the low lows, I do the math, do the path, do the math, don't
know and overhold.
I find a teacher with the cheap talk, tell me keep quiet, cause people trying to sleep
walk, and people trying to swag too.
And all them bad ass kids acting through the classes they done napped through, expounding
so profound I found a sad truth, they stuck because they sad, sad, stuck up in a bad loop.
The moon's zooming round the planet, it don't understand it, at least we front it, running
orbit for the farthest vantage, without the substance but it lusted to the rusted root.
Bananas with it, if the camera click it must be truth, but we proceed to eat the meat,
spit the bones, teach it if we speak, keep feed to each his own.
They keep it photogenic, dripping grease, the teacher roan, my beasts are seeking truth,
while all these beast to seek to groan, fool to be the fool, while students keep zoned,
and the pupil teach, and teach and see the truth, and keep�� keeping on.
Seek to truth, free your mind, meet your deeper root, eat the fruit, lead the grind.
Seek to truth, free your mind, meet your deeper root, eat the fruit, lead the grind.
Seek to truth, free your mind, meet your deeper root, eat the fruit, lead the grind.
Seek to truth, free your mind, meet your deeper root, eat the fruit, lead the grind.
I was waiting on the 12th planet. We planted seeds in the granite, said it would fight, fed it with light of understanding.
Proceed to manage from how we perceive it, though we know it ain't the perfect vantage.
Had a little left to give, so we receive it. Funny how it works for mixing dirt and grime together.
Spurred a perfect garden, couldn't fertilize it better. The light'll jerk it up from under the depths.
The weed'll crumble, but feed the newness when they tumble to death.
What's up? Sometimes I'm milking through this life and don't observe it.
I'm sloping through the dirt and only focus on the burden. It's tough, I know.
We flower in the now, now we complete the purpose. Perfect. We crush the bloom to get the perfume.
A fight to touch the sky, then return to Earth's womb.
Yet we flourish through the suckers with their eyes foolish, wise.
Taught working on the surface while it busted through the sidewalk.
Seek the truth, free your mind. Reach a deeper root, eat the fruit, leave the rind.
Seek the truth, free your mind. Reach a deeper root, eat the fruit, leave the rind.
Seek the truth, free your mind. Reach a deeper root, eat the fruit, leave the rind.
Seek the truth, free your mind. Reach a deeper root, eat the fruit, leave the rind behind.
Uh -huh, uh -huh. Yup, yup, uh -huh. Come on, uh -huh, uh -huh.
Gotta love, gotta fight, gotta grow, to the light.
Gotta push, gotta climb, it ain't easy.
Gotta shine, gotta love, gotta fight.
Gotta love, gotta fight, gotta grow, to the light.
Gotta push, gotta climb, it ain't easy.
Gotta shine, gotta love, gotta fight.
Gotta grow, to the light.
Gotta push, gotta climb, it ain't easy.
