Lucid Dreaming Lyrics

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray Yahweh my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray Yahweh my soul to take

Blow to this

Laugh with your friends make a joke to it

I'd love if you say you feel some hope through it

Don't worry bout a hater cuz they all clueless

And when they had their chance man they all blew it

Sold your soul and it wasn't even gold Judas;

That's so foolish

Asking me if I'm Kosher and I aint Jewish

Misconceptions of reality

And symbolism that they can't believe

Wear your Halo like a canopy

And you can open up your mind like a can of peas

And be aware that you can't appease them

Summer spring fall. Yes all the seasons

These hypocrites they can't stand to reason

Rather stick to the lies and deceiving

Sometimes I feel like I could take,

A stroll through the park - after dark

Just me and my music - My dreams be all lucid

My headphones on - All the static I muted

Every artists focus on the lyrical

Even if it mean dismissal of the spiritual

Words of wisdom and yet they so cynical

In their attempts to climb up to the pinnacle

Why you gotta be so typical.

Why you had to lose all your principles

Peace-loving; but I abuse syllables

Soul searching more important than the physical

Some say that I'm simplistic

Simply cuz I aint materialistic

But my girl doll faced and she only wearing lipstick

Sometimes I really feel like I'm a misfit

Cuz when the love left I'm the only one that missed it

Young black male but I aint just a statistic

Strange flow, weirdo, philosopher, a mystic

Live free, kiss me, just optimistic

Sometimes I feel like I could take

A stroll through the park - after dark

Just me and my music - My dreams be all lucid

My headphones on - All the static I muted

Run away for the day forget the distance

When I'm coming back I'm bringing some assistance

Zebra course black and white coexistence

It aint optional cuz I'm insistent

The Muslims, the Christians

The hoodlums, the Egyptians

The drop-outs, the Princetons

The old folks, the children

The Spaniards, the pilgrims

Caucasian, the Amerindians

The heroes that's disguised as villains

The girls in stilettos, tight clothes and linen

The Crips and the pimps, the victims and killers

Whether u listening 'Purple Rain' or 'Thriller'

If you bumping Metro Boomin or J Dilla

The whole world the seven billion

Sometimes I feel like I could take

A stroll through the park - after dark

Just me and my music - My dreams be all lucid

My headphones on - All the static I muted

Xavier… Wake up…