Lyrics Higher Consciousness - Tywan Bell

So I'm sitting at this laptop
Than I opened up my composition while I'm searching for a pen
So I can paint this vision with multiple dimensions
And plus my hands are getting sweaty, but I'm ready for an intervention
Or a New Beginning, I mean
I'm tired of working for a job that doesn't give 2 birds about
What you dealing wit' or goin' through inside ya mental

The only thing that's been keeping me from going insane
Is when I'm layin' all deez verses on an instrumental
As I put my soul onto a track and spoke what's real
But all I got was laughter back and no support
That's why my foot is on the gas so heavy
I been ready, but I'm still swimming in this lake

Surrounded by so many leeches, and I barely have it
Sleeping on this futon, but since they see I'm rappin'
They must think I got a bag on the go, but they don't even know
I'm working 40 hours in a week and close to getting fired
From a crooked job that only care about they wallet
Under paying everybody who can barely pay they rent

And barely making ends meet in the end
That's why I chose to keep it Real and Authentic
I don't got time for the Gimmicks or Pretending
On this Social Media, and I hope you mimics get offended
While I build my own business
A.K.A Nameless Movement Records
So one day I can say, "Screw this job forever!"

So until this day, turn into my present
I'ma focus and just take my time on Elevating Spiritually to a Higher me
While ignoring that this cycle is an endless relapse
'Cause I'ma manifest everything I ever dreamed about
As I speak it to existence, adding all the puzzle pieces
While I'm playing chess to double up my move for 20 steps to 40

Now I call that thinking far ahead of my opponents
As I'm moving so unorthodox
And now they claim to miss the old me
But I never changed, I mean that literally
Even when I had to cut the dead weight to find my inner peace
In a World where you can die for a "Stop and Frisk"
Or bein' Certified to have ya own piece for ya own protection

And now a brother dead on the news laying on the Intersection
With 2 bullets in his chest and 1 inside his head
Police Brutality is at it best, don't get me wrong
Not all the cops are bad, this is directed to the crooked pigs
Wearing white masks screaming, "Make AmeriKKKa Great Again"
But how was it "great" in the beginning?

This country was built on my people's backs for over 400 years
And yet it still continue, but it modernized
To blend in and seem diminished
And please don't talk while I'm talking, I ain't finished
So sit and listen to these words from my soul articulated from a Higher Knowledge
No persuasion or that propaganda
I just wanna change perspectives by adding better comprehension
From a Raw Point of View Unfiltered

This is overdosed with minerals for ya Conscious
This is more than just securing a bag and making dividends
'Cause I rather Spark a mind to a Higher Consciousness
Even while I make this currency, I'm still on the same Mission to Enlightenment
But it's so astonishing, how I'm kicking out this Wisdom
At one point I used to be non-fluent wit' my speech

Now I'm so Illuminating building mental pictures like a Black Apollo
With Inventiveness second nature, plus this is
Embedded in my soul as I use my elbow grease to build this Foundation
Stronger than Titanium infused wit' Diamonds
Built to be indestructible, even after I transcend to my next journey

I'ma leave the Blueprints for you and all the youth
That tapped into my Frequency and heard the message
'Cause I been leaving footprints
From a bad circumstance in the past
But now I understand the Trials and Tribulations
That made me who I am
I am a Vessel to a Higher Consciousness