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Elevator Music
I'm ready to go up to the next floor
Because demonic forces are still knocking at my front door
As I'm looking closely through the peep hole I still cannot recognize any of these people
Maybe I am just a bit paranoid because I'm alone I've tried to walk by faith
but in the natural state the only way out is down the fire escape
So I began dowsing the place with gasoline striking a match then fleeing the scene gone now with the wind beneath my wings
I'm trying to reach my higher self
so I gave up sleep and conquered death I am suddenly rescued by the short end of the rope held tight by the hand of hope
She will never let me go because love always reminds me to not give up the matrix had me all messed up I'm thankful everyday for waking up with
strong brew in my cup
I am not gonna fall back to sleep my eyes are now wide open I pray my soul to keep my dreams are reality in a dimension tuned in without extensions
I must be ordained to live by wisdom
and not by religion I don't wanna be deceived by isms and schisms
The sound plunges into my headphones
I am controlled by my feet as I am walking to the beat of the Voodoo drums
the voice in my head is my ancestors
Leading me to ascend seeking the earth through good and bad weather surviving storms to discover my buried treasure
Given thanks for my spiritual food at the table in these sour times I got to be a rebel just like video games I must get to the highest levels as well as making use of medicinals to " Power up"
I was being utilized by the source that governs Millennials eyes are open but I've learned to keep my mouth closed around agents who will expose me
Woe unto those like a Gideon victory is mines in any competition I fit the
golden crown
I wear it everyday in everyway even backwards so the ones behind me can read what the Front say I have the skills of a Master sensi
The buttons on the elevator
Resembles a radio display I take a deep breath and with my finger
I press play
Because demonic forces are still knocking at my front door
As I'm looking closely through the peep hole I still cannot recognize any of these people
Maybe I am just a bit paranoid because I'm alone I've tried to walk by faith
but in the natural state the only way out is down the fire escape
So I began dowsing the place with gasoline striking a match then fleeing the scene gone now with the wind beneath my wings
I'm trying to reach my higher self
so I gave up sleep and conquered death I am suddenly rescued by the short end of the rope held tight by the hand of hope
She will never let me go because love always reminds me to not give up the matrix had me all messed up I'm thankful everyday for waking up with
strong brew in my cup
I am not gonna fall back to sleep my eyes are now wide open I pray my soul to keep my dreams are reality in a dimension tuned in without extensions
I must be ordained to live by wisdom
and not by religion I don't wanna be deceived by isms and schisms
The sound plunges into my headphones
I am controlled by my feet as I am walking to the beat of the Voodoo drums
the voice in my head is my ancestors
Leading me to ascend seeking the earth through good and bad weather surviving storms to discover my buried treasure
Given thanks for my spiritual food at the table in these sour times I got to be a rebel just like video games I must get to the highest levels as well as making use of medicinals to " Power up"
I was being utilized by the source that governs Millennials eyes are open but I've learned to keep my mouth closed around agents who will expose me
Woe unto those like a Gideon victory is mines in any competition I fit the
golden crown
I wear it everyday in everyway even backwards so the ones behind me can read what the Front say I have the skills of a Master sensi
The buttons on the elevator
Resembles a radio display I take a deep breath and with my finger
I press play
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