Everyday Is War

Everyday is a war upon this thought drop.

I know nought what the whispers be mentioning but I've levitated when I've meditated.

Got answers to profound questioning.

Had E.T's visit me from other galaxies to investigate a true practitioner of the Art.

Who is tearing apart reality making a fast mentality to attain at last a true totality.

I'm looking for a mission slip but it falls upon me to look upon you and give a shit.

I'm getting calls from entities.

They leave messages "Answer me!"

But I have no phone to call back with or maybe the ring tone is on a higher wave length.

Either way, they hide in the sky with cloud faces.

Watching where I go and making sure I get to the right places.

If it's 11:11 when I be looking at the time-sticks and I notice that this rhyme skips.

Something shifted in the matrix or I've lifted up on the fourth dimension where times fixed.

I went from nought to ten thousand in five earth years.

Went through the five fears to give birth or arise to this guy here.