Zae Kiel - Altered Mind State lyrics

[Intro]: None [Chorus] Instrumental [Verse 1]: Godly bodied deities reside within the past Forever truely forever then how long will it last This isint some question to make you doubt your faith ,I just wanna know tell me can yall relate? I'm sitting on my throne praying to God I wanna come home Lying in the ashes lord where did I turn wrong Took too many blunt hits chocking on the bong If my flow is always crooked then my bars better be strong Everytime that I step up on the stage I feel like an animal who let up out his cage My brain is never pure but my heart is always brave Stacked up like some slaves hold up imma bout to break Last time a white boy had spit this hard Eminem was coming out of the Detroit boulevard Reppin 808 till my 8 track crack Clearly born white but in my soul i feel black With all race set aside cultures should combine Create a higher order with a new state of mind Tired of the politics we involve in our music But seems now a days that all our voices are useless [Chorus] Instrumental [Verse 2]: Breakdown the door to the industry's prison I'm the new inmate begging yall to listen The gates of hell run thru musics inquisition We're all endangered people an running from extinction But the lines inside my head are always a contradiction We've been the heavyweight champs within our own division, now we gotta rise above an find new competition I need some composition for the position I be sittin in, thunderstorms an hurricanes where are all my synonyms Symptoms got me feelin like all brauds are frivolous Did you get the punch line when I had delivered this I'm about to blow up like expanding digital images Try an attack me on a track - I'll show you what a scrimmage is Confessin to me today while looking at my images Indefinitely Effervescently d**h a me Supressin me And i can't hold back while surrendering [Chorus] Instrumental [Verse 3] 8.Metabolic mind state slated with sociology With every breath I take I owe God an apology Brake me down to pieces like I dropped fine pottery But I'm richer in my soul like I won a godly lottery Can't tell you how I outta be But rather how your daughter be She actin lil erotically I'm writtin this methodically Keep it hella holy when I'm up inside the stands An I need some holy water to cleanse my dirty hands