Pigeonhole (Outro) ft. Kais Naser Lyrics

I never bring myself what I wanted

Only at times when I'm in my lower state of vibration

But in the end, I'm here to do what I gotta do

I call it purpose

Sky's purplish

Mind's certain

A song called life

Behind life's curtains

I end up on life's surface

No more mind service

Dark blue light

Black knight

A Kryptonite to

Creep upon your tribe circus

In the dark nights

Fly outta body for a while

How do I and where do I

I just embodied a trial

When am I and why am I

Yeah I'm a file I'm not surprised

In a world of scandal and merchandise

(But why)

To give it the mind

From a giver with a vivid sight

To deliver a fuckin' river of inner light

When the weather isn't paradise

In a world of takers

So they make us bigger

As we configure what they never really figure

Cleanin' minds' litter

As we steer up where there's a bliss

That could trigger your therapist

A con tricks you into your conflicts for money rich

Who never really been in the depth of your abyss

But behind all of this, ain't worth a fight

Thanks to the world for the way it had been

Without you, I didn't know what I could be

I'm a free driver

Fuckin' alive since I had been a survivor

My higher self is a skydiver divin' upwards in a sky full of monoxides

Where the sunlight comes through translucent skies

In a jeopardized environment consumed by its producers

Pursuin' to be some manipulative seducers

Bigtime abusers with the numb bruises

No truths given to the youthers

Which is why you see them in line like troopers

And you're online like a stuck booger

Buckle up to get struck loser (Schmuck loser)

I can see your symptoms why can't you?

Maybe cuz you role the victim and act a fool

I can see through where you never been to

As you are where you are cuz you never ask a Q

Some people speak their truth

Some people lie to you

Too many truths to precisely choose

And your mind is flyin' through

You're on autopilot it's time to be the pilot

How can I be more obvious when I hand you the yoke

With a little poke

But it's your choice to evoke

Thanks to the world for the way it had been

Without you, I didn't know what I could be

Things never get clear

They only get clearer

People never get real

They only get realer

Lots of guilt to adhere

As well as lotta risk to appear

And humans only cheer

When the end gets nearer

Why confuse real with illusion

Life laws with constitution

Sleep with contribution

In this ball of pollution

The spinner involves sinners

Quitters get bitter

Winners crawl through walls

To be considered

And people fall and mirror

My lyrics are written by spirit

And lifetimes of bodies that inherit

What I carried through astrophysics

Whether its in feelings or physics

Well I'm here to deliver to cynics

To mimics, to critics, and the realist

As the list could keep goin' up in it

Take it or leave it

Because my galaxy been talkin'

To my galactic bein' Causin'

Me to tell your distracted bein'

To let your gigantic bein' do the unspoken

And appreciate the token but it's nothin' emphatic

It's just where I'm ecstatic and not broken