SirHyNoon - Found Soul lyrics

[Verse 1] Be-found, astound Break the sound barrier Let what we love carry us To various areas A purple pasture where green snow kisses the white sky And our mind's eye's perception Is stretched beyond space and time Design, create We make oxymorons of “our existence” Intelligent development, no longer foolish consistence My wish is to be viciously blessed in every instance Vomit my soul ‘til it drenches this page And those who hear it, listen It glistens in the sunlight, moonlight This life is finite, despite must fight with all might Delight in right and justice Suffice all lies for true sight Realize the plight ain't worth strife Righteous mind's device entice to blow the box like dynamite And I, have been bitten Smitten, but redeemed by these words that I have written Got too hot, so I had to get out of hell's kitchen Embodiment of soul controlled and carried my upliftment like [Chorus 1] Oh lord have mercy on my everlasting soul It hurts me, it cursed me, I'm thirsty I drink from the water but my fire grows cold [Verse 2] Lost and then found Bossed around in a town, with no way out I turn the radio down cuz that song's played out I can shine like the sun dawg But I can't get my muthaf**in' rays out So space out and change The nature of the face of the game By rearranging rage into phrases on the page Stay and blaze, play with me I'm ok, until reality come around and hit me Life's just b**hy, switchin' from Coke on the floor of my 4 door Ford To blowin' weed in the street in my Honda Accord So I listen, never missin' them facts of life, because I have seen strife And I write just to relate it to another's type Use your hind sight to find it might be a beacon of light [Chorus 2] Where's the desire for this fire that we're burning? Wayward wanderers, just watching the word turning Is this what we deserve? Is this what we've been earning? Aspire to be inspired and feel your soul stirring [Verse 3] Waste not, want not Step not and dread not See it in the funky rastaclot way his head knocks He rocks the earth surface straight to the bed-rock The soles of his socks to the tops of his dreadlocks Nuff power to the lord most high We know what, we know where But we don't know why Are we born to live? Are we born to die? We don't write the music We just translate the vibes We scribe the ides in the vibe when it rides For these songs were always written in the stars and the skies It's the power, it's the pa**ion, it's the pain, it's the pride It's the pa**ion for the power of the pain that's inside I, have seen promise In the ways of the words and the function of the phonics When we're upon it, yo it's honestly symphonic It's an ode, it's an opus, my requiem, my sonnet