With one foot on the floor
I solemnly swear that I am up to nothing but mischief
I kick it, in different flippant states of mind
Take my time to write my rhymes and feel inspired
This illusion is tiring
The saboteur keep conspiring
These dirty truths keep transpiring
I keep my head up in spite of tings
What more than being alive?
What more than being alive?
What more than being alive?
What more, what more?
As I look to the skies
I can't help but ask why
All of these trials and tribulations
Like suffering's just a part of this particular manifestation
Manipulate and, regulate your own space
It's what you make of it, no use of complaining
We're practicing raising, new ways of sustaining source
Energy transmitting, frequency
Self destructive tendencies make your spirit bleed
What more than being alive?
What more than being alive?
What more than being alive?
What more, what more?
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