Empty Bottles of Water

Alright, hot light, we are the world, destiny's crib? Hahaha, aw, shit, man Check it, peep this out Man, sitting alone's crazy, sometimes amazing Physical on the couch, but mentally, yo, I'm grazing in the grass Staring through the glass, filled with time Just hanging in the air, but it really ain't there My rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago Couldn't even peep my own flows Sometimes, that's how it goes Don't even catch myself, when I'm wandering 'round the badlands Being the bad man, looking for a lid in hand You probably think I'm bugging, when I say that I'm the president And all these other dudes, are hesitant I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings Your way or that way out there, I'm right there Purple hills, and purple pills, are for people who probably Never permanently tried to get live, you lied Prepaid hip hop, taking over the two Jeep But this marijuana I'm smoking, steady, take heed And every time I blow, she tell me something she knows A very good listener, we rap back to back And rat pack shorties, is always telling a story They too busy watching Glory and Belly Wishing for a celly, with the flipdown talk switch, just to pop shit But this group I came with, we on some rock and roll shit Psychedelic paragraphs, I might be thinking too fast Answers in the form of a My brother, don't ask Half the time I don't know, it make sense and then it don't I grab ahold, and let go 'cause, it's all for show And when the curtains come down, I'm still giving a pound With the same frown, as Mike T with the pro sound And the know-how, I think I go now, and wonder how That bottle, that looked full, was really empty We got 40 bottles of water, empty up on the wall Spinning around, like an R and B singer, under a waterfall Releasing the souls, trapped inside, neglected record Translating to rap, capped loop to five The second, to sequence the frequencies with ease Moving through the cosmos, remembering the breeze With the sound, of the whispering leaves, in an endless forest Where lives are won, and lost beneath every tree Stand in it, the infinite expansive mind dance And catch an overnight flight, to France, to water the plants I travel to a beach, where each and every wave Sounds like, an Ultimate Breaks and Beats And the streets are paved, with slip mats Sitting in cafés, with hip cats, in cantinas in Lima Drinking a six-pack, then get back to my life, where I'm at Turning on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat So stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two And sit up on the porch, and drink a cold brew Watching the sunset, as it moves through the haze We can melt, into the music, of Los Angeles daze The sun raised the morning of praise, the warning of ways changing I'll probably see you there, and won't Letting my mind zone, touching you, in your own home Transglobal, like Mobil, or a corporate affair To the dome, peace, split home pieced The parental release slip is signed I rhyme, while I field trip