Masterpiece by Cheb Amin Lyrics
Recently I have had a bit of an awakening
Sometimes it's disabling
And sometimes its enabling
Maybe it will drive my mind insane
This time it happened while I was vacationing
It's my greatest fear; quite frightening
Get it? It's spiritually enlightening
I guess the only thing that was gonna to stop the chills was writing
I feel like in this life my own worst enemy is my mind that I just keep fighting
Its older than I am physically
I can't take its unpredictability
I wonder things that I don't want to find me
I'm pretty sure I worry quite critically
Admittedly by biggest fear is not getting eternal tranquility
Sometimes I just brainwash my mind with conspiracies about what I expect to be humanities ancient history
The worst part is; I believe it
It really is all just a mystery
And I can barely stand in my room alone because of what I heard verbally
Not to be eerie
But seriously I’m kinda starting to wonder about ancient astronaut theory
In all actuality
I've watched that masterpiece on simulated reality
And I'm in mental dreamland
This is all part of my story in the end
But my soul isn't something I'm just gonna lend
I’m not ever gonna surrender
In this life I've never been a pretender
I've been a wonderer, who makes my dreams not dreams
That's not what's it seems
Because the world is corrupt but sometimes you can get that moment of peace
For me as time goes on that ceases to exist
My worrying thoughts on the 4th dimension and emotions on the 7th continue to persist
What was written in those hieroglyphs
I'm not special
I can't answer this
I haven't got that brilliance and potential
I'm not saying I'm depressed
I'm saying I'm stressed because in life I have been put to a mental test
I'm just a young man whose brain and curiosity can't rest
Who's just looking for peace in the end like everyone else
That's all I hope
But the word hate just hates to leave
And I know my life compared to others is stress free
So I'm just grateful for what I have you see
What I've got is all I need
To feel free
And that simplistic happy
That I'm just one person of billions who are technically connected
More than what the school system has presented
In the future I plan to have a glorious ending
Which is the beginning of the end of the pretending
For now I'll create more thought provoking literature
While I walk streets across the world wondering about the bigger picture
It’s been awhile since that last line, I can’t seem to find the brush
To be honest, I’m not really in a rush
These thoughts I’ll never express can’t seem to hush
Most the time I don't want an alliance; no reliance to prove the the defiance that I seem to find in everyday guidance, no wonder the world often goes silent, and that is not from 3 and a half days of spirit science, it seems the universe can't seem to find compliance
I can't seem to describe phi
I can't seem to find myself in yesterday's tomorrow
It's just an endless cycle of following my idols
In our and Alavi’s young history we are at a point that is vital
It's unclear whether Michael Young History and James McMillan Jr were factual or fictitious rivals
It's getting incredibly close like Fibonacci
The endless yet not endless cycle of whether to be clean or whether to be apache
But we all know that in general the reason is unspecified
Alavi when your heartbeat stops no one said you would die
Your uncanny curiosity about history and the future is thoroughly unsatisfied
Not even sure why I believe that these certain events have happened and led up to me exporting these waves for you to uncomprehendingly forget about when you get off this time
Life is the ground, and time is the sky, and I am the paraglide
And somehow I am levitating, this is special, I can view from the Amazon to the Great Wall to Giza all across that ancient line
I can see different times; my eyes can’t keep translating to my mind all this information that is happening worldwide
My being and the ground are about to collide
And that part of my existence is about to die
But my mind and soul continue to fly
What’s up there in the clouds and among the stars and in this endless space
Why?
We continue to glide
While I feel the rest descend, my lucidity begins to rise
I’m beginning to overemphasize
What happens when you wake up in your dreams and begin to fantasize
Let’s get back to the present
I always seem to forget I’m just barely an adolescent
And what I say shouldn’t make sense
But I can’t just keep from myself what I dreamt
And it's something more than just a beautiful sight or sound or scent
It’s something I can’t even imagine let alone describe to its full extent
I can’t describe the incandescence
And after all of this I can sit among the stars and reflect
Of the pure truths of the first verse and the metaphorical meaning that my soul seemed to persuade itself to in the second
I don’t know if this is about life or death, hell or heaven
Find out yourself, relate it to your struggles to get over that girl, or your thoughts like me, or throw away those depressants and give up those possessions
And in quick succession
The world has taught me a lesson
Keep your resilience for that possibility of resilience
But keep in mind your soul and body’s presence in Zion, Heaven, Jannah, Nirvana or Brilliance
Sometimes it's disabling
And sometimes its enabling
Maybe it will drive my mind insane
This time it happened while I was vacationing
It's my greatest fear; quite frightening
Get it? It's spiritually enlightening
I guess the only thing that was gonna to stop the chills was writing
I feel like in this life my own worst enemy is my mind that I just keep fighting
Its older than I am physically
I can't take its unpredictability
I wonder things that I don't want to find me
I'm pretty sure I worry quite critically
Admittedly by biggest fear is not getting eternal tranquility
Sometimes I just brainwash my mind with conspiracies about what I expect to be humanities ancient history
The worst part is; I believe it
It really is all just a mystery
And I can barely stand in my room alone because of what I heard verbally
Not to be eerie
But seriously I’m kinda starting to wonder about ancient astronaut theory
In all actuality
I've watched that masterpiece on simulated reality
And I'm in mental dreamland
This is all part of my story in the end
But my soul isn't something I'm just gonna lend
I’m not ever gonna surrender
In this life I've never been a pretender
I've been a wonderer, who makes my dreams not dreams
That's not what's it seems
Because the world is corrupt but sometimes you can get that moment of peace
For me as time goes on that ceases to exist
My worrying thoughts on the 4th dimension and emotions on the 7th continue to persist
What was written in those hieroglyphs
I'm not special
I can't answer this
I haven't got that brilliance and potential
I'm not saying I'm depressed
I'm saying I'm stressed because in life I have been put to a mental test
I'm just a young man whose brain and curiosity can't rest
Who's just looking for peace in the end like everyone else
That's all I hope
But the word hate just hates to leave
And I know my life compared to others is stress free
So I'm just grateful for what I have you see
What I've got is all I need
To feel free
And that simplistic happy
That I'm just one person of billions who are technically connected
More than what the school system has presented
In the future I plan to have a glorious ending
Which is the beginning of the end of the pretending
For now I'll create more thought provoking literature
While I walk streets across the world wondering about the bigger picture
It’s been awhile since that last line, I can’t seem to find the brush
To be honest, I’m not really in a rush
These thoughts I’ll never express can’t seem to hush
Most the time I don't want an alliance; no reliance to prove the the defiance that I seem to find in everyday guidance, no wonder the world often goes silent, and that is not from 3 and a half days of spirit science, it seems the universe can't seem to find compliance
I can't seem to describe phi
I can't seem to find myself in yesterday's tomorrow
It's just an endless cycle of following my idols
In our and Alavi’s young history we are at a point that is vital
It's unclear whether Michael Young History and James McMillan Jr were factual or fictitious rivals
It's getting incredibly close like Fibonacci
The endless yet not endless cycle of whether to be clean or whether to be apache
But we all know that in general the reason is unspecified
Alavi when your heartbeat stops no one said you would die
Your uncanny curiosity about history and the future is thoroughly unsatisfied
Not even sure why I believe that these certain events have happened and led up to me exporting these waves for you to uncomprehendingly forget about when you get off this time
Life is the ground, and time is the sky, and I am the paraglide
And somehow I am levitating, this is special, I can view from the Amazon to the Great Wall to Giza all across that ancient line
I can see different times; my eyes can’t keep translating to my mind all this information that is happening worldwide
My being and the ground are about to collide
And that part of my existence is about to die
But my mind and soul continue to fly
What’s up there in the clouds and among the stars and in this endless space
Why?
We continue to glide
While I feel the rest descend, my lucidity begins to rise
I’m beginning to overemphasize
What happens when you wake up in your dreams and begin to fantasize
Let’s get back to the present
I always seem to forget I’m just barely an adolescent
And what I say shouldn’t make sense
But I can’t just keep from myself what I dreamt
And it's something more than just a beautiful sight or sound or scent
It’s something I can’t even imagine let alone describe to its full extent
I can’t describe the incandescence
And after all of this I can sit among the stars and reflect
Of the pure truths of the first verse and the metaphorical meaning that my soul seemed to persuade itself to in the second
I don’t know if this is about life or death, hell or heaven
Find out yourself, relate it to your struggles to get over that girl, or your thoughts like me, or throw away those depressants and give up those possessions
And in quick succession
The world has taught me a lesson
Keep your resilience for that possibility of resilience
But keep in mind your soul and body’s presence in Zion, Heaven, Jannah, Nirvana or Brilliance