This non-lyrical, spiritual shit I listen to

Make me realize how much I’m missin you

These instrumentals might take down the institute

And make ladies like you, more than an ingenue

I’m indie boo, my third eye open wide

Don’t need indigo to see through they spoken lies

Cuz I’m hoping I can see the ocean tide

Before it swallow the 1 and immobilize

Traffic, rise of the sea happens

Cuz we too busy rapping, and never wrapping

Our heads around a reason why it stopped raining

The political climate is not the only thing changing

they'll never recognize that

so it take an activist to lift the guise that

they represent the people, and not the paper

Just another dictator, who owns a skyscraper