Recording 188 by Tiazo Lyrics
[Prose: Tiazo]
There's a divine consciousness
But we still divide ourselves
Between the pieces that mix in the melting pot
So does that make New York City
One of many
Or many of one
Never been there myself
But I know the cause is the same
Cause there are many who want and there's more that need
But which is the power that we choose to feed
We paint the ghetto with gold
But the paint is chipping away
No longer keep their pain hidden by day
Because the street passion that you ask for
Reflects the same that you use your cash for
When you got a Glock on your dashboard
But still can't get your son a passport
Who do you really think you asked for
When you thought the man in the mask was somebody you could pass for
I'm a new age lemurian
Trying teach my self how to link my heart and my mind
"Trying to" reach ascension
Knowing that there's more to find
Outside our own dimension
I wanna a see a cosmic perspective
But we're still held down because of a presidential election
There's a divine consciousness
But we still divide ourselves
Between the pieces that mix in the melting pot
So does that make New York City
One of many
Or many of one
Never been there myself
But I know the cause is the same
Cause there are many who want and there's more that need
But which is the power that we choose to feed
We paint the ghetto with gold
But the paint is chipping away
No longer keep their pain hidden by day
Because the street passion that you ask for
Reflects the same that you use your cash for
When you got a Glock on your dashboard
But still can't get your son a passport
Who do you really think you asked for
When you thought the man in the mask was somebody you could pass for
I'm a new age lemurian
Trying teach my self how to link my heart and my mind
"Trying to" reach ascension
Knowing that there's more to find
Outside our own dimension
I wanna a see a cosmic perspective
But we're still held down because of a presidential election