Casoul - Poetics 12 lyrics

(Over the rainbow, live my life) x 2 Poetics 12 Verse 1: I can't keep going on throughout life with these delusions How long does it take for the rain to get in when you're roofless? Misconstrued by the nuisance but I just wanna (Live my Life) Live it right, live it like the master of the higher purpose not the servant That's Higher being work I refer Gurdjeff, St. Bhudda, Martin Luther, but no lucifer he's Kreugered up tryna say (I live my life) For you and us But Question If Jesus Christ was imprisoned for parables he was kicking Then how the f** would I expect for you to listen To me Dismiss em cause I'm quite gifted And still they try to diminish with a couple disses and f** a hot hand cause you get subbed with a couple misses Married my logic but intuition the mistress Minajed with hope had both in my home tisk tisk Ashamed I say but I get away every time I seek the deep rooted The roots dig deep The roots dig deep Coiled in this speech huh Every time I speak Youth in my spirit music my child care I'm psychotic So I'll write this sh** Before I see psychiatrist How does it feel? When your same age cousins are copping houses And you still live near the projects How is this real? Nah I'm good they're dope as f** Excuse me but this music makes me wanna open up I told you I don't want money to cop a Bentley I need money to shop at whole foods This sh** is crazy When all that's around you are narrow options Alcohol or food filled with neurotoxins And don't put me in a box as if I'm conscious I love wine It's justified because of antioxidants I'm sick as sh** You ever heard of paretos law? Well is you did then that 80 percent I never say at all So watch me as I break it down like an autopsy Then face paint the tainted face so photoshopy- Ish I'm sick as sh** and I said that line before dog Consider this an hybrid of Warhol and Kweli Guevara and ghandi Jordan and Ali And jigga man with his left hand sawed off so I can put a bazooka On the b**h I'm letting off metaphors That's mega rap in the South Bronx And as for love I think I found my precious stone f** a bad bone She more like a back bone someone you can build with grow with and last long That's all that I ask for now Can I (live my life) the f** don't worry who I love See all my friends have babies But still bumping all the single ladies That reveals something 1. Their love was lust 2. It was an impulsive f** And n***as don't strap it up that sh** is crazy The same dudes who claim to be Jesus when knocking boots Huh I think it's time to redefine what it means to have a seed and if you need some guidance then just watch me (live my life) Hard to be Hard to be funny I'm too serious they ask me where my humor went. I Wear my heart on my sleeve I think that's humorous With my late tendencies I swear even my über dips Call the dispatcher like "where the f** he went" Aye GPS take me to stress free street Goddamit I left my equipment at home Can't jab at these issues unpadded These memories are permanent I'll leave my skin untatted And I think about sh** like this on average about 10 -11 times a day I swear my mind is scattered Put puzzles in my tomb but But back to humor It's funny how people need spectacles to show respect for you Humble be humble even though the fake standing next to you That marketing power of the aisle with the sh**ty cereals Versus that quite section of the vegetables Stop thinking so much you're so serious don't let it get to you Well technically it gets to me to get to this confession booth And that's the truth I'm Intune with my inner song Poetics 12 Well Come sing along sing to the lord and say Bridge/Outro X6 I don't wanna give in don't give in don't give in to To all the sins all the sins all the sins, lord I just wanna (live my life)