Buddha

I think about my family and how long that theyll survive

The simple question why is said to stand the test of time

Me? I'm breathing air just fine the birds are tweeting going by

Though It's seeming like they're free as me with wings along their side

Crack a joke and pack a smoke she knows that she can ask to know

I'm bouncing left and back and forth I'm on a beat with sampled chords

Remove my head and cast and orb I'm storm in the fantastic four

A cry for help in scattered smoke won't rest relief to scanty crows

I'm floating like a Buddha monk

You trying but ain't doing much

I slide on beats with fluid funk

You sound like outta fluid trucks