So Below

The sun was high, and so were we
we felt ourselves in every stone and tree
the universe was at chaotic peace
and every I upgraded to we-s
every egotistical illusion dissipated
the sun, earth, and us were never realized to be so intimately related

The sun was high, above the ocean deep
lulling our sorrows into desperate sleep
fire blazing in the skies, and fire blazing in our hearts
fire nourishing the blunt, the same fire tearing us apart
we are consumed by our desires, in reality shall manifest
but what about the kid whose reality is warped, everything he detests
he's always high, so begins to feel HELL kinda low

then we belt out to the heavens everything we now know:
it's all a dream, the only reality is perception
fuck an elitist media and their beautiful deception
and our experience of the other blesses us with this world for the taking
and if woe is ME, and it feels like shit, it's cause shit is the real "ME", so in love with faking

The sun was high; as in heaven, on earth
I felt true love, by feeling US and feeling what life was really worth
The dirt was beneath me, and the past was behind
We were in the astral plane with a lighter and more green to grind
The high of which we speak, drugs aren't a prerequisite seed
all is necessary is a clear mind, free your soul and let the energy bleed

The sun was high but now the sun is descending
back to Vaishvaanara, but our minds keep ascending
If the entire world was to feel this, they'd dispose of every gun
Logic worked overtime to see barriers, but in that moment there was absolutely none.

By: Shaq Palmer