Smar-T Jones - Mind, Body, Soul текст песни

There's a crime in my mind and it's triggering synapses

Rendering me useless subject to relapses

Time elapses while I'm absent

Not obsessed with acid or abscessed by Absinthe

But still stuck in this motherfucking labyrinth

Looking for an advent even though I haven't

Mentally prepared for thy event if it happened

I'm napping, my whole life away

Mapping out paths to places I will never stay

Hesitate or take action and imagine

What you could be as a whole and not a fraction

Not fastened by the fashion or along for the ride

But still fascinated in the things you drive by

To keep a healthy mind is such a rare pledge

Yet I've seen it demonized by the term "straight edge"

Mind, body, soul

The body is a temple and bunch of other veins

Connected to a heart pumping blood to your brain

I remember someone saying that you only get one

Yet we're taught to destroy it every time we have fun

It's easy to destroy things you don't deem lovely

So we judge each other until we all feel ugly

I'm no dummy to the plan and allure but

I'm still feeling too skinny and insecure

Poor (pour) me another water free of cost

While I sit here and watch the whole bar get sloshed

It's not that I don't drink but I shouldn't

If you had what I had I'm sure you wouldn't

The condition that ails me also compels me

To keep to myself until I'm fully healthy

It propels me to be real and worthy

So I can preserve this body and deserve me

Mind, body, soul

What's a soul, aside from religion

It's hard to explain but I thought that I should mention

I've been told I'm an old soul before but

Some days I feel like a newborn

Not full scorn or torn by the torment

Pure, blank, vices dormant

The soul is absorbent and orbits your dreams

Which may explain why I wake from my own screams

Smoke screens fog my eyes and cloud memories

Machines fluoridate memoirs and miseries

Long strings stretch through both hands and

If I let go my fingers turn to rubber bands I

Can't stand feeling so restless

Unable to address the cause of this stress

I do my best to undress the unrest

But still feel like I failed some test

Mind, body, soul

Smar-T Jones - Mind, Body, Soul

Текст песни Mind, Body, Soul - Smar-T Jones