Jazzterbation II (Left Hand)

[Verse 1]

When I jazzterbate I bust
Beat jack you’re late, I’m on time
Mind over matter if the gold wasn't mined in my mind it don’t matter
But I still listen
Wipe the blood off of the diamond it still glisten
But the pain is still in them
Kids starving at the bottom of the food chain
I'm only one step up still tryna get a new chain
Back stroking through the ocean of hope
My body is haunted my soul is a ghost
That man in the mirror is only a host
The God in me is awoke when my vocals evoke
I serve scriptures, Caron Butler
Take a second let your mind buffer
To backboards I'm the top toucher
If Jay Z’s the goat then I’m Rucker
Niggas dying for attention
To point that they dying from the tension
Provider of your lessons, I’ll guide you while you rise into ascension
Divine as interventions of them Fivers in correctional facilities
Making brothers outta they enemies
Will I forever be a slave of my identity?
Or will I live like I can't die cuz I'm energy?
Fuck luck this destiny

[Hook]

Sunlight to moonlight
Smoking getting the mood right
I see the world in a new light
Same plane new flight

[Verse 2]

Weed loud as the crowd at the concert
All I see is hands like a deaf mans conscience
Baptized your mind with a sonnet
And jazzterbate again with the left hand option
Illustrator of a blind man’s dream
Sparking the 3rd eye so that blind man sees
Listen when a wise man speaks
I'm sipping psilocybin tea
My life vivid, I film with the lens cap on and you'll still get it
I struggled for the whole damn time but I'm still living
Women they be bugging, I love ‘em I deal with him
I crumble then build with them
When you discover this cover to this tape
It'll sound so alien the disc hovers
Real art doesn’t fit structure
The porch is the rock that I live under
And 9th told me I'm the tenth wonder

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Now what am I to do? My family miss me my girl need me
I wish that I could copy me to two
I wish that I could put my conscience inside of someone else's body
And experience me as you
I wish that I was blue
Creative is my chakra
Right brain thinker, blame it on my momma
Refraining from the drama
I'm sitting on my porch where the pain goes away with the flicker of a torch
Batta

[Hook]