What is love without a title?
Looking for the answer in the scriptures of the bible
This mission is too vital
The yearning is unbridled
Thoughts spinning through my head, it’s like Fibonacci’s Spiral
It’s just thought loop after thought loop, they come and go in cycles

Wond’ring if I’ll find some guidance in a dose of psilocybin
I do my meditations hoping just to be enlightened
Dark clouds in my mind, but there seems to be no lightnin’
Lack of clarity is frightenin’
Confusion’s what I’m fighting
Frustration is still thriving
Unable to make sense of my dreams, it’s quite stiflin’

They’re esoteric in ambience
They’re too deep like providence
A party of symbols, a subconscious mardi gras
Still a youngin, all I wan’ do is party hard
Sometimes I lack faith, and for that I’m sorry God

Rosary in my hands, Mac is preaching in my ears
Prayer and poetry, they seem to wipe away my tears
No need for reassurance as I fight away my fears
In it for the long road, switching up my gears

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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