Don't Matter (Emotional Price Range)

I’m not fine, peace of mind stuck at a stop sign Besides rhymes, I feel like there’s holes in my plot line Caught trying to make the devil promise he’d stop lying Calm as I am, probably seems like that I’m not trying My triumph is I’m a master of odd science Not god or highness, nor am I a peasant or a tyrant I’d rather spend my time writing Words that’s awe inspiring Searching my whole environment, rewiring my wiring Hoping you all admiring….. This methodical musical meditation… Therma’s audio innovation… (Therma Music!!) Drum placement adjacent to cutting and pasting In terms of relations. I guess I’d say I learn from patience I yearn for days when sun shines down on my frayed skin Amen, cause most men thrive as they sin Tasting success must feel so amazing I imagine. That evil is ancient That’s just a fraction, this ain’t just rapping… A warning something’s about to happen That’s not surprising unless your brains been bound for napping The sounds of the madness, the music that compounds my sadness (MUSIC Sadness…) Go round the planet, feet touch down on ground and granite Mind gets grounded, never let my soul get stranded My strict standards ensure my rhymes are all a bit slanted I spit candid, and still they Rip Van it (Still they sleep) I don’t panic, just add another color to the canvas For the some the plan is focus on the now like cameras Focus on what matters, plus flows and patterns I guess you gathered, those who don’t get it, don’t even matter