Instant Mediatation

I sit and I meditate, realign my mind, tryin’ to get it straight Dissipate the dark cloud ‘fore that it turns to hate Learn ya fate, time’s up, now it’s YOUR turn to wait Don't turn away, stare into the face of my mental state It’s been late run, but I’m still training and feeling great In terms of rapping, happy and I actually feel embraced Filling breaks with vocal takes, unknown in my local state Stay at home, staying on the mic, and it’s open late No mistake, it’s soul food, I got a open plate Like open play, enter all the data with no delay I know to way to engineer a rhyme like the Golden Gate Old and grey, still hungry, told that I over ate Over 8 ’xactly when I started this pathway That path strayed, the loved stayed, that’s all passe Two years till 25, soon to be Class A A castaway that cast away his love in a cascade So I find that silver lining like that song that Caz made No cash made, that’s ok, I build on skills Live off will, follow dream til it’s fulfilled Since back in the day, yeah, when my Puma’s suede And Fat was the Lace, in batting it’s foes that I faced I gave em a taste of breathing in the fabric of space Rapping with haste, cause I don’t got no moment to waste Started from scratch, I didn’t have no picture to trace Slowed up the pace by pulling stolen moments from crates Honing my base, I come from a unknown place That the past don’t know, and the future chase It used to take a whole lot longer to shape A whole new universe, yeah, but time’s displaced