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Why ‘Third Eye’?
I ask my third eye why
Why must I buy into lies
In the school, in the food,
At my church, Where I work
There’s a mask
In the form of a laugh
Or a forced smile
Acting as a parasite feeding the modern day Draculas
An act only to compensate for what they lack in color
Like all there is is ‘Black’ and ‘White’ amongst us
Vibration my only ecstasy transcending skin
When I can look beyond you and me
See true peace and unity
Even if that means agreeing to disagree
God recharges the spiritually starved
With your anxiety
No matter how loud the weed or
How Good the wine
Silencing the expectations of mankind
On a sober mind,
Is the hardest feat
I ask my third eye why
1 gram of DNA holds 700 TB of Data
We are all what was and will be
We are energy clothed in memories of our ancestors
That’s why we look just like them
Coincidentally, We need to focus more on what was inside them.
Our spirits are warped
That’s how mankind remains in a time warp
Blind to the fact that
The only time that matters is Timing
Understanding mankind is all but kind and
Finding
Sustenance in the gardens we’ve tended to
For our own refuge, planting roots for the next group
Blessed to inhabit this tomb
That is where we begin to build balance
In a world that never stops spinning..
-Mel
Why must I buy into lies
In the school, in the food,
At my church, Where I work
There’s a mask
In the form of a laugh
Or a forced smile
Acting as a parasite feeding the modern day Draculas
An act only to compensate for what they lack in color
Like all there is is ‘Black’ and ‘White’ amongst us
Vibration my only ecstasy transcending skin
When I can look beyond you and me
See true peace and unity
Even if that means agreeing to disagree
God recharges the spiritually starved
With your anxiety
No matter how loud the weed or
How Good the wine
Silencing the expectations of mankind
On a sober mind,
Is the hardest feat
I ask my third eye why
1 gram of DNA holds 700 TB of Data
We are all what was and will be
We are energy clothed in memories of our ancestors
That’s why we look just like them
Coincidentally, We need to focus more on what was inside them.
Our spirits are warped
That’s how mankind remains in a time warp
Blind to the fact that
The only time that matters is Timing
Understanding mankind is all but kind and
Finding
Sustenance in the gardens we’ve tended to
For our own refuge, planting roots for the next group
Blessed to inhabit this tomb
That is where we begin to build balance
In a world that never stops spinning..
-Mel
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