The morning sun drips into my inner being
Lucidly meeting the only shamans left breathing
Years pass me by n i'm still scared to die
Wishin i could fly with the great vibrations
But instead i just vibe with my blunt still blazin
Ashes on my sweater, zero dollars in my pocket
And a rhymebook filled with ancient alien knowledge
I'm trying not to lose my mind while attending this college
But i can't help but find myself losing interest in these topics
Craving the freedom of a vagabond lost in the mystery
Living with no regrets not worrying about my history.