The Victim (feat. Chachille)

The stakes are high
 Plus the weights heavy
 I've been around the globe
 Yeah I've seen plenty
 Enough to hold a conversation
 An ordinary commentary
 Throughout the planet
 These underground rappers are buried
 Unlimited talent their hands reaching out of the ground
 I attempt to lift them up
 With a cup that's half full
 I pour a little out
 Its like rain falling down straight from the clouds
 And as we wrestle temptations
 The temperatures rising
 I'm purging my trauma no longer
 Holding on to the drama
 I need a shaman in my life
 Who prepares me for my rebirth
 Place me in the center of the pyramids
 Sacred is the seed that's the Earth
 I live and I learn I can see that the pain that I feel
 Is for growth
 A gift I discovered
 The strength and the gain
 I no longer play the victim
 I know you're not to blame
 Back and forth through these trap doors
 I'm not a walking corpse
 I'm not a victim to life circumstance
 I circumvent chance and place my self
 In a position to advance
 And maybe plant medicine is the answer we need
 To finally learn to grieve
 Well that's cancer relief
 Death of the ego
 Leaves me to wonder if life has a sequel
 I'm standing at the top of a mountain looking down
 At the canopy below
 It's evening autumn
 I don't want to fall but the foliage is so beautiful I hearing it calling me
 It sounds like angels singing a symphony
 Divinely orchestrated why is heaven so debated
 The human race losing touch with the sacred
 We're running right past it
 I wish we could slow down
 I believe in miracles they're happening right now
 Imagine waking up with no TV
 No electricity and your phone won't work
 Check the radio but not one station comes on
 Feel the panic outside something is wrong
 It's that chest tight feeling why are we even here
 If all we do is complain, argue, fight, live with envy
 A bunch of hungry hippos
 Hippocrates living toxic
 Gossip talking behind each others backs
 There was once a poem I read from a boy who
 Grew up as an adult living that poor me mentality
 Raised in poverty
 Lack of community
 That little boy was me
 Chaos created family
 No longer do I cling to my old past
 There's a new paradigm for my life at last
 I'm waking up from unconscious demands
 I've had this monster under my bed
 Now I hold his hand