Singing Intro (to the tune of Dwele from Flashing Lights)
As I recall a vision from my past life
I truly know that this is not my first time
This is my soul…
Listen and grow

This aint my first life and won’t be my last, past meets present, presently the truth’s in a glass.

Drink to intoxication, vision is vivid, in hallways being led by a man in a mask

He turns around to reveal the dark face of an ape, draped in silk robes leading every step that I take

The pathway’s illuminated by the flames of a torch; I’m drawn so magnetically by an invisible force

I see the writing on the wall it looks familiar, decipher codes of hieroglyph dispersed on the pillars

Feelings of fear, I wipe the sweat from my brow, window within exposes all of the importance of now

Legs crossed in a meditative position, Intuition speaking loud, seems I was able to listen.

The architect, the builder, the workman, concealer, my secrets were kept in the heart of a known revealer.

Few people are called to the path of the chosen, moments of time frozen in the notes of a life composed in

Perception or reality, the fallacy is, reality is often doubtfully about what we live.

The five senses are not to be relied on alone; please know the physical is not your permanent home.

The only limitation of me was me, below is the same as above me, this journey is so lovely.(24)

Currency is not important your life is the gift; enjoy the present cause we’re on the verge of consciousness shift.

I’m a passenger of thoughts, and a master of mind; you need will power to control the course of the blind

Time is the illusion they use for confusing the minds of the youth and the truth is

There’s a war going on inside you can escape from, blue pill, red pill don’t think take one

Make one safe from the fate of the fake one, aint none debating the trace of the great one

Sorry to revert to the references of the Matrix, but face it, life is full of choices hate it

Or love it, either one is correct, cause the path is defined by the one you project

Retrospect, in my past life the fast life was pleasure to me; pirate of entertainment felt like the treasure was free

Until the source pulled the lever for the clever to see that it’s pressure to be better than a veteran thief.

So I’m measuring the weight of every word that I speak, in every minute, every hour, every day, every week.

This is the life that I chose rather the one that chose me, exposed deep recesses of the mind that knows peace.

The words coming from a liar sound so sweet, but the energy conveyed seems to be so weak. (48)