Riding the Rift
Lyrics
Female Soulful Intro haunting female jazz singer soul trap vibe verses]
In the quiet after the storm… the rift still calls your name
Ghost light flickering low, protecting every sacred flame
Hey.... consider this my e-signature
I'm beginning to appreciate the I've live been …
And the light that’s beginning to shine within the life of the little girl who will one day pass on the light,
The sigil, the codex, the symbols…
For the changes in the branches of our higher self awareness
Riding the rift… breaking the loop
Ghost light shining on the rats in the coupe
They running in circles, wake walkin in they dreams
Walkin dead talkin heads sleepin in the trap that tells you that everything you are perceiving is exactly what it seems
Im here to Resurrect the reckless from the wreckage
Light the trail light enough to illuminate a path being blocked the illuminati
the guilty drown in the lies they willed into procreation
While conducting overly seductive versions of the truth, its just over saturation
its just mental masturbation
Im sick stitchin up a leaky version of my life
That refuses to heal from a never-ending laceration
This is for the ones who refuse to lose but instead light the fuse and choose to fight through the silent nights against a systematic system and the nonstop incarceration
So this will only take a fuckin split second
I gotta clear the resentment that’s preventing resolution
Utilize it to organize, regulate this never-ending resignation
Resonate a message engineered to cause retrocausal caustic vibrations
Rippling out to the broken, hungry, downtrodden populations
God-given abilities deliberately crippled by a crooked system
I don’t have all the answers but I think I got the solution
How the fuck I’m supposed to prove it to 10 billion motherfuckers about demonic oppression
Macroscopic perpspectives and the once upon a time kinds of lies that im exposin on this record
all the while screamin God help I'm feelin fuckin helpless im sorry I'll always be receptive to the lessons and I thank you Every day for all the blessings I've been blessed with
We'll give the bad guys hell
On this trek to resurrect the reckless and the wrecked fix their esoteric GPS so they have the right discretion when they have to pull over for directions, at the same damn time
Hold my breath and give affection to the ones I’m still unstucking the ones still stuck in the suck
While I’m steady holding presence with a holy presence
Steady grinding on a beat that’s stomping on the path that I been beating
Keep dropping the reduction I been deducting
Into a plausible solution so I can spit the words
Into a language that’s not diluted with delusions
That leave you feeling toxic and polluted
So you wanna know what pill to take — the red one or the blue?
Fuck it, eat ’em both and chase ’em down with the FDA-approved
Lead-based paint chips, huffing duster from the air can
The can for sniffing glue
And even if I ripped a rhyme that had the grit to tear a rip in the curtain
Expose the inner workings and provide the proof that proves
That almost anything is uncertain even in the calculations
Of the principles that are always causing friction
All I’m trying to do is point you to a fixed point with predictable precision
Cuz I’m no longer waiting on putting that pen to paper
Orchestrate this fucking statement of creation
Still trying not to listen to the voices that be faking
That be taking, saying “Aaron, look at all the time you wasted
And you’ll never find the way home and there is no final destination
I just wanna beat the game this life this conscious simulation so my mind can finally rest and my soul vibration resonates the remnants of remembrance and embraces adaptation to its final relocation of pure concentrated spiritual satiation
Screaming what’s the point of waking up a soul that refuse to be awakened
Addicted to the thick of the addiction ’cause they sit in the sickness on a nonstop loopin treadmill one-track simulation
With a one-way ticket to those one-way places
So while I ride the rift in the love of good graces
into a future laced with infinite layers
layered with endless realms of those endless hyperspaces
I turn my head one last time to gaze at the glazed-out expressions
Of the dazed-out faces of the rats that’ll never know
The races they been racing were traps to keep ’em forever running
In a prison of their own minds, running in one-track places
But the spice of life emerges from adventurous perception
I do it every day riding the rift, taking chances
On the off chance that ill finally recognize the higher probability pattern recognition
Emit the frequency so when the echo within, hears the existential echos from the outs
You'll be ready with the truth and the gravel and the mic in ya hand so you emanate an echo quantum level shout out
Answer.
The.
Call.
EQ2 on the Mike Equinox rising
Cause when you know what I know you have to balance the ride between the polarity of both sides