Simple, beautiful.
This one's damned strange. It's an argument between a material-driven American youth and a... idk a native american or monk from thousands of years ago?
dear primitive relatives of extensive intrepid intelligence,
somethin's tellin me we disagree on what pleasure is,
(what do you mean, little emcee, when the magic's so prevalent,
Much like the flow of my words when this sentence ends,
the flow of it all synergizes with the simple soul and the beauty of life-
it's all paradise, the good and the bad,
young lad,
and your personal enterprise is a piece of the puzzle, shining bright)
no, you see, what's best is matter in the form of materials
(Shit, you jaded freak, you're missing the point, you're delirious! )
(Forget your predisposed love of your iphone and clothes, )
(the time's come you should know, the disaster of a material goal.)
Bitch, please, what do you got, a rock and a stick?
That means nothing. you're archaic, you're obsolete.
Life is bleak without all this stuff that's neat,
it defeats, the purpose to have nothing, to be like a blank sheet,
so what do I need to proceed to take it all and make my life complete?
The steaks are high, like minced meat,
without possession we're simply
a face that might be pretty and a squishy body that's limpy,
searching for something until we
crawl back in the hole and become the dirt,
so why not get rich fast and buy a couple versace shirts?
Money' the root of all bliss,
excuse me miss,
but without fat stacks and an xbox, I ain't shit.
Trust me, the grass is always greener when your wallet's greener,
forever my demeanor, 300 dollar jordan sneakers, I'll never live cheaper,-
or give away my custodies to anyone lesser then me;
I've got it all, don't come barking up my money tree;
I've got 2 pounds of weed,
drinking lean,
while you're out gettin excited about something that is simply
*dumb as fuck*, like
seriously, rivers and sunbeams?
(take a step back, kid, before I rip that chain from your pocket,)
(take your precious little wallet,)
(and blaze it up like a shaman.)
(You work and work to make commodities for someone above you, )
(but you become a bleeding casualty with everything you produce. )
(The truth might loosen your noose, remove your jordan shoes, and perk up your diamond blue)
(two pierced ears, because a true meaning's coming through-You make your money filthy, disregard) (the exquisitely intricate simplicity,)
(degrade yourself as a futility to get that sleek bugatti gleam,)
(replace the functional vehicle with a shiny new machine,)
(reap resources carelessly to purchase worthless vanity,)
(scared to see the bleakness, aw man, your soul boasts weakness.)
(A happy accident in your pants, apparently,)
(although this serendipity's more purposeful then your wet dream,)
(Forget that mess, man, the beauty's inside the nonlinear,)
(yeah, the flow of a river, the amazement of a ripple,)
(explosion patterns, natural fractals, and still those)
(unexplainable things like the erosion of a mountain,)
(placement of the stars, some things we think that we can't even fathom,)
(but yet, in all this beauty, in all it's elegancy,)
(we're each an individual piece,)
(We're parallel to the possibilities of the growth of a tree,)
(the stars, the rollercoaster, damn it stop laughin' at me..)
(the road that life goes, intertwined with matter and energy,)
( through such complexity, has borne what we call human beings)
…..Oh hell, man, I get it now. It's almost like I've been allowed
a part of the brilliance, to spill it, twist it, lift it, and let it out.
On the shoulders of the universe,
but dissolved, melted, and thoroughly dispersed,
with such a glorious wave of inertia
beauty, man, it's all constantly moving. I'll move with it.
Become a part of the river, because in reality we're not so different,
Thanks, you eccentric fuck, realized it's life I'm truly livin'.