Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my
the love lakes of my soul
Clouds my thoughts and rains you existence
As I take on bolts of lighting
chaos as my concubine and you as my me

I of the you of the sea
We of the moon of the free
What have I done to this? Am I happy?
is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence

I see through and smell truth in the distance
Beyond one dimensional and laughter
Lies are hereafter where tears echo
You'd have to do math to divide a

By a tear fear equals mere truth
I simply in the air and if that's the case
All I have to breath and all else follow
That's why drums are hollow, and I like drums, drums are

But I think straight
I lack the span to meditate
My spans galaxies here and now are immense
Seconds are secular, moments are

Self is illusion, divine
Noosed by the strings of Jimmy's
I swing Hazed pendulum
Hypnotizing the part of I that dies

into my eyes are the windows of the soul
It's chicken collies and cornbread
It's corn flour sour cream eggs and oil
Its the blood of the earth

Used to make cars run and the fish
Who me? I play
The scales of fish of oil slicked seas
My sister wind through the hollows of fallen tress

And we are the echoes of eternity, of eternity
Echoes of maybe you heard of us
We do rebirths, and resurrections
We threw parties in pyramids

I left my tag on the
The beats would of the stone
And solidify into the form of bulbs
Destined to light of the of future generations

They're releasing it up in the of OM
you heard of us
If not then you be trying to hear us
In cases we can't be heard

We remain in the darkness
In the center of bananas we exist uncolored by perception
Clothed to the eye
Five senses cannot sense the fact of our

And that's the fact
In fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and telegram
I'll hologram, I'll telephone the Son Of Man and him he is done
Leave a on his answering machine

Telling him there are
God and I are one
Times times star times sun
The is me, you remember me

T slung amethyst on Saturn blocks?
'Til I got caught up by cops
They wanted me for their army or whatever, me
I swirl the wind tempting tomorrow to be today

Tiptoing the fine line between and everything else
I am simply swirling sevenths through sooth
The sole air of air and I, and, and all else follows
the space inside of drum hollows

Package and bottles and
And tomorrow then sold to the nigga
I swing the tallest tree
Lynched by the branches of me

Praying my physical will set me free
'Cause I'm afraid all else is vanity
language is profanity
I'd hum or have my soul tattooed to my tongue

And let the be sung in gibberish
As words be fish in my soulquarium
And intellect can't swim so I stopped my mind
So my could lock

I'm tired of trying to
Perceptions are mangled matted and knotted
Life is than what meets the eye and I
So elevate I to the third and even that shit seems

And thoughts leave you third isolated
No man is an island but I feel alone
So I find peace OM