KNOWMADS - THE CURE
Cause every time i dream
None of that is true
But every time i dream seems i always think of you
I can only see it from the darkest point of view
I wake up in the morning now it starts to become true
And theres nothing i can do to keep from coming back to you

My cure is the flower that blossoms my thoughts in the process this
Rock at the bottom when im lost in my conscious the progress with
Friends and the family and grow through the knowledge we hold and
Expose to whose close
The convos my mom had when i chose, dedicating my life to every fan
At our shows
Im happy with the mic and packed bags on the road
Shorty passing the pipe and hash wax on the stove
My liver runs deep heart blood stream busting at the seam
I was asking for the scalpel making cuts so i can breath
But its hard to find oxygen when your on an oxy binge and self esteem
And confidence is all that you need
So im talking to this audience while im parting the seas
Even the gods feel my ambience and hardly believe in my stream of
Conciousness that overflows when i speak
As a cure for this disease giving strength to the weak
Using this music its therapeutic so through it i teach
My life's about climbing this mountain not what i do at the peak
Three hundred bars 48 hours straight training day hard worker for that
Salary rate
Stop applying pressure trying to get my balance to break, you can't tip
These scales im used to handling weight
Most days im out of danger but im trapped in a safe
So my hearts filled with anger til i hear that 8-o-8
No stranger to the madness
Anger and the sadness
My mind reflects the world like the pages of an atlas
Mapping out psychosis, rapping to snap out it
I realize that music is a necessary outlet
Passion is a rhyme, reacting to the signs
Remind myself daily il find happiness in time
Twisted feeling crazy like im wrapped inside these lines
Grasping on the mic feel like im tapping the divine
Laughing at myself for being selfish and alive
Possessions never help because all the wealth gets left behind
We know our spirits well but some from hell are deep inside
So when we reach the end theres nowhere else that we could hide
Look into my eyes, memories rewind
Disregard the energies of people i despise
Truth is the youth is attracted to the highs
Addicted to the thrills while were trapped inside our minds

My cure is the flower that blossoms my thoughts in the process this
Rock at the bottom when im lost in my conscious the progress with
Friends and the family can grow through the knowledge we hold and
Expose to whose close
The convos my mom had when i chose, dedicating my life to every fan
At our shows
Im happy with the mic and packed bags on the road, shorty passing
The pipe and hash wax on the stove
But every time i dream seems i always think of you
I can only see it from the darkest point of view
I wake up in the morning now it starts to become true
And theres nothing i can do to keep from coming back to you X2