Lawrence Mulrooney - Thought [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Painted words so shapeless
You won't need ya eyes to envision this greatness
Basis, of ideas are ageless, gracious
We create our world no God no Satan
Awaken, living out these dreams I've created
With patience, inspiration no hatred
Eve ate the apple, bitch didn't taste it
Now I'm smoking out the apple no bowl shall go wasted
My control been elevated through the soul that I'm embracing
Searching for enlightenment and true understanding
Understand me?
I see no need to boast
But it's hard when class classier than most
Wake up early to the sounds and the quotes
Find my pen and pad it's the butter and the toast
Same flow from the ocean as seen up on the boat
You can feel it in the trees when you exhale the smoke