What Profits a Man
You know the journey
Thru the woods it’s all good
La la la
female trees in the forest
Frankincense & Murr the ancient prince Of words
The color of wind the sky flys with wingless birds
Season changing rapidly behold sanity trapped
humanity mechanically
With fake gravity grabbing me down the cavity where the savage be
Speak blasphemy I teach magically
Priest Maccabee the planet freeze to splash into seed
Inhabit freed grasp what I see chapters I read plus the art I Ching
Master tiachi
My shakura charts the last of my breed
Slowing my heart the faster I breathe
Then slowing my breath to match my heart speed
The spine in my skull look like broccoli
Why die walking forest it turn to the trees
During harvest return to a seed into a garden
Hear my voice in the breeze & The tree trunk
Storm together see the monk meditate on a feather
CHORUS
What's profit the man who's gain the world to lose another
caught by the fools gold blinded by color
As I move thru world of wonder sometime I often wonder
Why the devil tries keep us under
PRODIGAL SUNN LYRICS
Inhaling life from my kundalini
Build with 7 genies taking note the great
Mansa Musa
Sippin honey wine made from kiwi
feeling blessed at my best pray that heaven see me know you can never be me
but you can always see me Writing songs
to the xylophone
Pianos keys magic in the zone
The last abbot from gold throne
engraved diamond white yellow stone
I speak different tone I let the spirit Rome
heard it thru the thru trumpet and the saxophone she said I feel alone but you not alone look beneath
the chromosomes and you'll find home I quotes these words from a ancient poem
Black angel's from the hall of justice
the devil can not touch us salute the most high
no one above us you can speak & you can speak but you can never judge us freedom from clutches you
can hate but only love can touches
CHORUS
What's profit the man who's gain the world to lose another
caught by the fools gold blinded by color
As I move thru world of wonder sometimes I often wonder
Why the devils tries to keep us under
This be the freedom of will hearing no evil
Speak no evil so all lyrics be still
To this Melodic molected asonomy my anonomy appearance so give
The SUNZ some room in wood this one everything spitted here be home grown
Wood breaks earth with so like my flow from out of the dirt
Cooperating mind body & spirit
you find me thru that burning sensation of distance
A serious constant continuous fiber and hyper optic
Musician winded spiritually spitting wisdom formulated
from out of the quadri Crystal’s
The gifted 60 second still ticking ethnological linguistic tongue of a English missile
So all word play is a sacrificial blood and tissue anachronism space engineering vision til its written
tamu primordial existence breathing back ground microwave radiate pure metaphysics
