Check, check

Verse 1:
Reporting live from the scene of fiends
Smoke screens clouding our dreams in pursuit of the green
Used to be kings, now we stuck in between the highs and lows
My eyes closed writing italic to boldly go where no man has
View the world through this window seat
The straight path’s on the weirdo’s peak
No longer seek knowledge, the mass perplexed, I’m vexed
Got us thinking dreams too farfetched, I guess I don’t know
The lost in need of direction
Wear a jade around my neck just for my protection
‘cause you never know, I see the world’s still at odds
Money became evil when the people made it gods, bon voyage
There must be a ripple in time
We’re losing days and waves through our design
Without even tryin’ despite the crime, battle for your mind
Our brain cell are dying, nowhere news

Chorus (SkyBlew & Median):
Yeah
Reporting live from the
Reporting live from the
Live from the place where we dyin’ to live
But livin’ to die, the land of the free if you comply
Reporting live from the planet where material wealth
Is praised over good spirit and health
Reporting live from the, reporting live from the
Reporting live from the, reporting live from the

Verse 2 (Median):
Media reporting live from the frontline
A cat named courage, the dog dyin’, divine flip it
Turn excrement to [?]
Compost creates life cyclic, the sign of addition
Balancing the negative energy
By standing at attention in the middle and splittin’ it
Just to make a plus sign, tough guys, rough women
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks and you’re welcome
Just in case this falls upon the ears of the deaf
And your fears get faced ‘cause the spirit’s heartfelt from the years embrace [?]
Perspective shift as experience shaped that fourth dimension metaphysical shape-shift
Out with a in and hear the whisper
Who are we kidding? Sometimes it’s loud and clear
Defining and willing, growing to get it, doing the most
When I’m silent and still, a train is coming

Chorus:
Yeah
Reporting live from the
Reporting live from the
Live from the place where we dyin’ to live
But livin’ to die, the land of the free if you comply
Live from the

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Verse 3:
Reporting live from this place of hate, paperchase
Monkey on your back in this ape escape
Taking scrapes tryna get a meal on this paper plate
Day to day, death on the news, it’s gon’ take some faith gettin’ by
Soothing my mind with smooth jazz
And Nujabes, do your best, only fools pass
Up the opportunity to leave a mark
Anchor of the sky, look around man, we need a spark
Paint The Sky

Paint The Sky
We just wanna get by