The Essence

It’s time for some change, 
But not the type politicians claim
When they jack classic soul tracks for campaigns
Greed consuming human beings like champagne
Everybody complains but all they do is pass blame
Snatch them out the frame, flash ‘em a deuce and shout “peace!”
Trains never get sidetracked, neither should we
I’ve got enough breath control left in me
To vaporize the heinous lies from enemies
That constantly try to sabotage me as I travel on
Leave me with nothing but battle scars on my battered heart
But the saddest part is watching them babble on
Like money is tantamount to righteousness but it’s not
Because man has the power to paint song
But instead they play God and tear the planet apart
What would you rather be? A curse to earth, or a blessing?
Speaking of the Earth, let me burn some if it’s essence..
Tetrahydrocanibinol
Mixed with a little slight twist of alcohol
Makes the bass and kick come alive in the song
And gives you visions of waves played from guitar
So if you can feel it you can see it
And if you can see it then you can be it
As long as you believe it
It’s reason enough to reach for it
And if you agree
Then play this for your peeps as we blaze one to the beat

(Hook)
It’s the essence (2x)
I’ve got trees and I’m ready to smoke..
But when I smoke I think of things that I normally don’t..

(Verse 2)

Take heed as I use colorful stanzas
To highlight this wonderful canvas
And shine like the sun over planets
Stroking on something that looks taken by cameras
But couldn’t exist without loving by parents
Brushes enhance 
women & man 
cuddling hands and
Discussing plans to start a fam cause
Very close by
Unseen with eyes
Or touched by human hands
It’s as if a trance is
In transit
Floating among us in the environment
Like it was a cumulus or stratus
But to be exact it’s
All molecules & atoms
Call it magic, 
Until it hurts
Then call it a curse that causes reality to burst into fractions
But it isn’t math, it’s
A mural on wax
So just relax and hear what happens..
A man’s brushstrokes design art
When he realizes he’s been painting his mind’s heart
And recollections
And retrospections
So slowly he suddenly steps in..
To his own masterpiece
Gets consumed when the boom & the bap’s released
So he stays there
Never knowing quite how he made it there
But he knows how
You could see his face it the air

It’s the essence..

(hook)