Nirvana Lyrics

Flowing deeper than the Mariana

I just want to reach nirvana

No day is promised

Let's be honest

So in case I die mañana

I just want to let you know

I spit the truth like this my testimony

Life and death have a holy matrimony

Regardless of what's in your pockets

Closets or garages

Everyone has a coffin

Waiting on them

At the end of the journey

No weapon against me shall prosper

So what they saying don't concern me

I been reading scriptures from profits

Not fawning over profits

Money comes and goes

Like the waves on the coast

Of the Gulf of Mexico

My backyard's the tropics

Social media toxic

I pray my family get off it

I swear it's drug

Internet anonymous

People talk crazy online

Because they anonymous

People talk crazy sometimes

Like what they problem is

We see avitars instead of people

With hearts like ours

Don't know that we synonymous

Don't they know we made

In his image

Don't we know

That ain't none of us different

Pigmentation is another representation

Of our creators imagination

No reason to be salty like Himalayan

Because someone is from a different nation

Than the one in which you stay in

We all equal

We all one people

When faced with troubled times

Just know He ain't leave you

There's only two options in this world

That's good and evil

Choose wisely

Don't live blindly

You can be a Judas

Or you can be a Ghandi

Posted at the beach

With my son

Is where you'll find me

These precious moments

I can't let them pass

How you living in the past

You're so worried about tomorrow

Instead of where you is at

What you gone do

When you get to heavens gates

And they say

They don't take no debit

Credit or no cash

The only currency

They currently

Accepting is

What have you done

To be someone's blessing

Flowing deeper than the Mariana

I just want to reach nirvana

No day is promised

Let's be honest

So in case I die mañana

I just want to let you know

I spit the truth like this my testimony

Life and death have a holy matrimony

Regardless of what's in your pockets

Closets or garages

Everyone has a coffin

Waiting on them

At the end of the journey

Peace