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Sorce Manifesto
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Self driven pen, I'm coasting in the cabin
I felt like cleaning up I made a notebook from a napkin
I don't do well with margins or the boxes that they backed us in
They taught us to be cautious, but it's obvious that's not happening
The art I was imagining, exercised existence
When inspired by the light its only right we go the distance
Purposeful persistence fortifies the mission
Half a lotus pose eyes closed seeing visions
I caught a tail-wind now I'm running with momentum
Every colour in the spectrum fill my aura for protection
The course had it's corrections but the goals remained the same
The papers always present yet and still embracing change
I'll still scoop a nickel if I dropped it by my pennies
Or a quarter by my loafers cause the losses I took plenty
Not for granted staying planted in the soil that I sowed
It's the process of the harvest from the concrete grew a rose
The breeze blows and the cold wind sings
I'm pulled by guitar strings, they open up my wings
I'm flying over piano keys, I'm orchestrating winds
I'm jumping over piano keys, I'm sizing up my rings
The breeze blows and the cold wind sings
I'm pulled by guitar strings, they open up my wings
I'm flying over piano keys, I'm orchestrating winds
I'm jumping over piano keys, I'm sizing up my rings
There's nothing like the summer in the winter
Can't focus on the past when moving currents through the rivers
Supported by the elements, the water was the evidence
Himalayan salt float tanks in my residence
The loud was a heaven sent now it smells like hell
And the odour of over-exposure isn't sitting well
With my senses, and the consensus is, it's senselessness
When you to tap into your power and still move with defensiveness
I'm playing offense, staying calm weighing options
Negated cautions cause the risks made the greatest profits
Our fate is obvious, yet the question still remains
Will you live while you're alive, or will you die of early age
The jag smell like sage, the rims look like tourmaline
Don't fully get my path but understand that its overseen
By forces keen to ensure that I reach my pinnacle
I closed my eyes and went inside to co-inscribed these visuals
The breeze blows and the cold wind sings
I'm pulled by guitar strings, they open up my wings
I'm flying over piano keys, I'm orchestrating winds
I'm jumping over piano keys, I'm sizing up my rings
The breeze blows and the cold wind sings
I'm pulled by guitar strings, they open up my wings
I'm flying over piano keys, I'm orchestrating winds
I'm jumping over piano keys, I'm sizing up my rings
I'm flying over piano keys
Orchestrating winds
Jumping over piano keys
Sizing up my rings
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