Soul Intent
Symbolic Reflections
[Verse 1]
Surprise, interpretation was a false one
Open your eyes, visualize the truth
The lineless skies [?] shelter the [?]
Sun that shines upon and brings out the proof
But even standing in the burning brightness of the sun
There comes the shadow, the silhouette that shuns
Away from the back of the exterior form
The interior's torn [and feel the?] [yo, what he's doin'?]
Insecurities linger as I bring thе message
[?] the ozonе's gettin' thinner
And what will become of the world we know once the ozone's gone
A realization within us
Hittin' us at point-blank range
[Shut the tape, rage?] [?] broken
And as you stand before the almighty force
To admit your flaws, pay your token
So let the sun soak and shine, reflecting on you
Will radiate upon on the others
Or you'll end up choking in the mist of doom
Hell's your fate because you hate your brothers

[Chorus]
Realizations, stick your face in the sun
Do you like what you feel?
Change the nation
Adjust the buttons in your head, realize what's real
[Verse 2]
In the zen, the den of thinking
Signed requests posed with no answer
Not accepting the blame or feel the pain of the flame
To reach for a overcoat from protection for cancer
Of the skin inside the chain of my heritage
Comparin' the two, [the white?] [?] other cultures
How the light shades, [down?] [?] [creatin'?]
Generations of a [?] predecessors
[?]
The individual[ly?] [bust a step at the tournament?]
On a quest to let the silhouette inside of all of us
Rise up [?] negative [?] live among environments
[?] the forest and existing in the present state
It's never too late, to bring a nation [of the day?]
The fate of the ozone, the wait upon [our zone?]
[?], we can [go on the treasure?]
[?] into new beings, growing into new things
To reach a plateau [?] in the ghetto
The meek shall inherit the earth
[The west?] [?] to the birth
Of chaos [?] so the sun won't burn
Take at look at the truth [so as?] [?] to learn, of lies

[Chorus]
Stick your face in the sun
Do you like what you feel?
Change the nation
Adjust the buttons in your head, realize what's real
[Verse 3]
And the truth cuts so deeply
So deeply, with a key in the backroom of seeking
I really enter a realm where reality is [better between?]
Infinity is within my reach
[And set the read?] the only form of speech
I achieve peace

[Outro]
Farts stink!
Poop
*burps*