“All I Need”



Verse 1:



I got the Wildest Style

Mind flyin’ a mile a minute

Above the clouds I defy the limits

the beat drops, Dreams flicker

off the top of my dome

Words Hit the tip of my tongue

I cock and reload get

Caught in my mode

Lost in the zone

Shouting whispers inside tornadoes

Thought criminals, you know the flow is fatal

The Heat pops and sizzles,

Before your brain blows

open a window

Little by little we’re lost in the riddles,

Wise I keep it real simple,

ancient memories

escape to the forest

creative remedies

Retrace the origins,

Pangea to Diaspora

Return to the roots

Hunters foragers,

beating the drums

Hypnotized by truth

hearts beating as one

the melody unspools

rhythm ties it up

harmonies cut us loose

tragedies overcome


Hook:


All I need is truth and beauty

Music that moves me

Trees shooting into the sky

All I need is music and beauty

Truth that moves me

The sun beaming on high


Verse 2


A fierce green fire in my eyes

I see no compromise

When systems leave nothing alive

consume air, earth, water,

pollute land, sea, and sky

Chainsaws fly as old growth dies

Rainfall acidified

Mountains strip-mined

Smokestacks blacken skies pipelines

spill carbon dioxide, ice caps melt

seas levels rise

No place to run, no place to hide

Earth is not a means to an end

Natures no machine, we’re not the machinists

We are just one species

Connected to other beings

In a complex web,

We didn’t weave it,

We’re just one thread,

Take more than we need

We deplete it

In the end,

That’s self-defeatist

Stay two steps ahead of the grim reaper

I dig deeper

Pierce the primordial aether

Witness the universe unified within

A symphony of strings

Resonating a rhythm

Bend insights

Through a kaleidoscopic prism

Unleash a vortex

Of metamorphosis

in your cerebral cortexes

a force that shifts meaning

inside the abyss

I dig deep within,

Stare into the icy chasm

Glimpse the psyche’s patterns

Plato’s cave

Hard not to be pulled under

But your game is up

Your days of plenty are numbered

If time is money

We’re all broke as fuck

If time is money

As a species

We’re all broke as fuck (x 2)


Hook:


All I need is truth and beauty

Music that moves me

Trees shooting into the sky

All I need is music and beauty

Truth that moves me

The sun beaming on high


Verse 3:


What affects you

affects me indirectly

We’re woven into a single garment of destiny

We’re golden, we’re stardust, recycled energy,

Billions of years of carbon complexity

In a garden of celestial memories

We’re equals not enemies

No sequels of supremacy

Carpe Noctum, Carpe diem

Break the lock Set me Free

Things are not what they seem…

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream