Lyrics Speaking in Tounges - Aqualeo

Now we've all traveled the long road
The one that's crooked and wide
We've abandoned the narrow path
Now we're lost and shooken inside
Tryna find god, running from self
Looking everywhere else
But inside the place, inside our face
That our god is to our wealth
As we chase dreams, with straight shots
A hard liquor, we facade quicker
In a tall mirror, and somehow think
We seeing god clearer
And as we sink deeper
Within thin sheets
We begin to sleep
And as we slumber somehow stumble and turn into sheep
Inception's rising, deception's hiding, conceptualizing
And now the dream turn nightmare is what's on the horizon
Can't tell night from day
Can't tell wrong from right
Cause now good and evil is blended and it's all in sight
It's called hell's pollution
The resolution is evolution
Revolution is no solution
Look to the devil and salute im'
And when you done that
Is when you'll find a fun fact
The closer you grow to him
The more you'll just where the sun's at
And then you'll see them bun stack
And then you'll see how one's at
And then you'll understand the reason labels fund these dumb acts
Cuz' they reflect you
Yet you reject me
I've owned up to who I am
Yes I accept me

I've got my mind to feed
Can't worry bout' bullshit blinding me
Humans are another kind to me
But constantly reminding me
That flesh is real
Fiending for that sex to feel
Gone of that exit pill
What's really right is invest to kill
Cuz' shit won't change
Pray to who you want
Cuz' right when you think they've changed
That's when they do you wrong
Using excuses that's useless instead of moving on
That's why I fall deep into his own
And then it's fuck you leave me alone
Is it being raised, or how your semen's late
So does being gay come from your DNA?
Give it up can't free your slave
Niggas out here gon' be for days
All them hoes like Stevie Jay
I'm just straight on being paid
I'm lonely, fuck bitches
If she's on me, it's cuz' of my riches
Only worry bout' what she's tryna get
Taught her bout zodiac signs and shit
She's so god damn blinded with
I can never get behind a chick
(Overan), I'm mashin' nine
I'm the only one that'll be cash and I
Don't care bout' tears or mass of snot
You're so outta here like astronaut
So why y'all worry bout' passin' pot
And fall a victim to pastor's plot
I ain't know that answer's not

Worth it
Of pursuit
Yes

Lost in the vastness of this madness
There I see the curse of an inverse mind
Spun and unlined
Done but shun the wise
With crumbs to idolize
Satisfied with alibis
Trying to shine amongst the blind
Enamored by glamour and outlandish standards
Stranded in disbanded bandits
Endorsing sideline bleacher preachers
Teaching platinum leeching tactics and retroactive practices
Parasitic critics and diminished exorcists
The democracy of hypocrisy
Pseudo-evolution
Meddling with trues, embellishing in mass confusion
The illusion is this
The divine straight path is really a cyclical quest
Not a mystical guess, nor a judgmental sect riddled in biblical texts
But invisible chess
We must consider all the pieces as we formulate our thesis in hopes of reaching God status
Push the apparatus past the stratosphere of fear
Only in the darkness shall the truest light appear