[ Featuring Adam J Feather ]
Ambience, every nuisance
Shimmering with grand translucence
Darkest night, yet still no fright
Solace found in eyes so bright
Feet on soil, midnight oil
Burning fast like kings and royals
Always learning, Earth still turning
All future and fates uncertain
Friends around, love abounds
Plant those seeds deep in the ground
Quickly changing, rearranging
Dancing flames look so amazing
Lost in thought, but never lost
These priceless times have no real cost
Innerspeaker, moment seeker
Life without the fearing the reaper
Never soft, thoughts aloft
Transcending the bounds of traditional thought
Provoking ideas, forgetting fears
Speaking the wisdom of millions of years
Quick to elaborate, made to collaborate
Always fresh, never from concentrate
Standing tall, peace to all
Get ready, here come the ball
We gonna ball
Get ready we gonna ball
We gonna ball
Get ready
Out of mind, left behind
Without the sun we do not shine
In the air, pay the fair
Vision in this world is rare
Leaders in this world don't care
Frequency of love we share
Relations don't come in pairs
We're all connected through our prayers
Finding different hopes to keep
Believing so long as we sleep
Deceiving all the souls we reap
Tryin' not to be the sheep
Wearin' masks that look so sleek
Not realizing that masks are weak
Telling others we aren't fake
Our own reality at stake
We gonna ball
Get ready we gonna ball
We gonna ball
Get ready
Cautious times are now behind
Don't rewind we'll be just fine
Forward thinking not a crime
To keep your mind intertwined
With undefined and unconfined
Thoughts aligned streamline humankind
Keeping hindsight 20/20
There's no need for conscience money, sonny
No amount of money could shake these views
I'm never runnin', never gunnin'
Peace is all that's ever comin' out this mind
Third eye not blind, not outshined
Mine's the brightest in this world of mine
And it's a goldmine, sunset skyline is a lifeline
Top of the line
Just a redesign
Just to undermine
Just to reassign
Just a static line
Crossin' boundary lines
Like wine and dine on Valentine's
Astral sign calls for table wine
Askin' about the storyline of Frankenstein
Being genuine, not a concubine
Cuz that's where I draw the line
But never mind, I'm so inspired
These color lines are getting tired
They're overplayed, out on display
The public minds are getting wired
We're waiting for a climax
They're coming back, but undesired
I'll admit I don't feel special
But that feeling is acquired
I know my message is essential
For that I feel quite admired
But for you to be my friend
Admission is not required
