Feeling It All

Peace is waking at dawn by some chill ass birds

Dinosaur division still livin', droppin' the good word

What up willow as I sip toward meditation

Loquacious thoughts drift and lift in cosmic relation

The breeze feels nice, and I can smell the spring's bloom

Not of my things now steady hanging with no doom

What's new little homey, yo these beavers mad quick

That's some mad with magic craftin' cabins and shit

I'm on that natural vibe, a whole nother level

Benevolent rebel treble in my voice, rap choice experimental

Transcendental accidental or exponential

The mad hatter's matter's only matter developmentally

And this is all great fun but the bunnies on the move

The groove morning dues deep truths that creep through

'Cause small town talks just a part of the blues

Which is my favorite color so it's something I use

I don't get mad at the sky when it starts to fall

I'm not mad at the thought that shook the eight-ball

Going mad from the motives writings on the wall

Must be something in the cool aid 'cause I'm feeling it all

Don't get mad at the sky when it starts to fall

I'm not mad at the thought that shook the eight-ball

Going mad from the motives writings on the wall

Must be something in the cool aid 'cause I'm feeling it all

What is peace? Peace is not bombs dropped in the streets

Peace is not a selfish plot that dictates if I'm free grief of the guillotine

Now its mortars and rockets private industries stay flush

With gilded pockets, investments get a cut while

The worker bee pays the old order stays engraved on

The display inflations no ruse, it's a reaction to the way

The world moving, we tryna spin too fast

The spheres gone crazy mad outta orbit

Military variables make life look distorted

Evils rewarded bombs strike a theater with kids

A horrid sordid siege where they did what they did

So I grip onto the grievance that ripples through the collective

Everyone holds a piece genetic eternal connection

An objection of force a dangerous projection

'Cause subjection is the ego at evil's discretion

And I don't get mad at the sky when it starts to fall

I'm not mad at the thought that shook the eight-ball

Going mad from the motives writings on the wall

Must be something in the cool aid 'cause I'm feeling it all

Don't get mad at the sky when it starts to fall

I'm not mad at the thought that shook the eight-ball

Going mad from the motives writings on the wall

Must be something in the cool aid 'cause I'm feeling it all