Guerrilla Nature

True

It’s never too late,

There’s no time like the present,

Time waits for no man or woman,

Stay present,

Remain effervescent,

The gateway to heaven,

Beckons and the road to hell,

Is paved with good intentions,

Recognise the real self exists,

In so many dimensions,

The mind has no comprehension,

Resistance breeds tension,

But acceptance permits concentration of attention,

When things feel too tight to mention,

Let go of the stress,

Try not to let pressure precipitate depression,

It’s never worth letting,

The tests life throws your way,

Control your destiny,

Be excellent,

Be the best you can be,

Don’t worry, be happy,

The secret’s always available,

To those who let it make itself apparent,

The truth is in you and it’s evident,

Adjust your perception,

Rise to the challenge,

Each of us is here for ascension,

It’s a matter of maintaining your balance,

Shattering the limits imposed by those,

Who can’t yet manifest through spiritual channels,

We’re not just animals,

There’s so much more to each individual,

Than a collection of physical matter,

Connection to your soul is invaluable,

Life doesn’t have to be a battle.

(Reprise)

Always be who you are,

Remain True,

Don’t let them tell you,

What you can or can’t do,

All of us are God,

But only a few,

Make the best use,

Of the potential that runs through,

It’s all energy,

Anything else is an illusion,

Like safety or fear,

It’s best to be aware, not scared,

We’re all one consciousness,

Divided we’re conquered,

United we’re free,

It’s so clear.

It’s so clear,

So can you hear?

Lend me your ear.

Sleep is for the weak,

Sometimes I’ve wished,

It was for the week,

Like when I’ve felt like I’m too tired to eat,

Or too hungry to sleep,

Like just to speak is a mission,

And every decision seems like a predicament,

Then I remind my mind,

That we reap what we sow,

So it is what it is until it isn’t,

And we make what it is,

Low vibrations result from,

Deficiency in spiritual growth,

Or the inverse,

Those who know,

Know that it’s both,

Reverse the verse,

You won’t know what was spoken,

Essentially, yo, this bloke,

Remains open,

Even though he’s oh so broken,

Never lose focus,

One love, one hope,

Witness the fitness,

Witnesses can’t cope,

With cross-examinations,

They choke,

Throats close, it’s over,

Sobered by knowing,

Justice is served,

When you’re going through hell,

You just have to keep going,

I’m blowing my own cover,

No other way to discover,

But no longer can I smother,

The love that I feel,

Healed by release of desire,

The fire is real,

Fate is not sealed,

It’s a deal that we make,

Between the self and the rest of existence,

Hit the brakes, feel the inertia,

Only to turn the,

Conveyance back,

In the direction,

Of the reflection,

There are no mistakes,

Further investigation,

Is not necessary,

Just count the blessings,

Every day,

Stay light, not heavy,

Maintain and remember,

You were born ready,

Just stay steady,

Anyone can manage this,

Develop, it’s the best way,

You can choose to play,

Or risk staying static,

And get left in the past like instamatic.

Always be who you are,

Remain True,

Don’t let them tell you,

What you can or can’t do,

All of us are God,

But only a few,

Make the best use,

Of the potential that runs through,

It’s all energy,

Anything else is an illusion,

Like safety or fear,

It’s best to be aware, not scared,

We’re all one consciousness,

Divided we’re conquered,

United we’re free,

It’s so clear.

It’s so clear.

So can you hear?

And are you here?

Lend me your ear,

(freestyle ending from a production session with Collo)

‘Cause this is w- w- wa- wu- wu- wu- wu- where we put the scratchi- wu-wu-u-wu-u- u- wu- u-…

Big respect to the (DJ) Collo,

Y- yo, you know is today, tomorrow’s tomorrow,

This is just a little freestyle flow for the end of a track,

Don’t know where it might go,

But we never go back, we push forward, always,

Don’t need to attack or defend,

‘Cause it’s never the end,

Me and my friends making music,

Yeah, we’re never whack,

Yo, we never abuse it.

(I sometimes abuse it)

Haha! Hey, man, it’s a matter of subjectivity , surely, sir!

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