Inside My Window - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Don’t mind me, I’m just breathing in what’s inside my window

Blue skies inside my window

Inside I’m wondering what it’s like inside my window

Warm sunsets pink twilights inside my window

Birds fly south inside my window

Autumn Shades to white winter days inside my window

I’m free from doubts inside my window

I zone out every time I stare at clouds inside my window

No shackles, social chatter, all is factual inside my window

No noise inside my window

I can see beyond and wide inside my window

I can see me, see my life inside my window

See the wrongs the rights, to rights our wrongs, we wrote and sang our songs inside our window, yuh

The road’s been long inside my window

Still not giving a fuck, Still letting go, throwing it up, middle fingers still up high in the wind though

I see tomorrow coming inside my window

Is that hope inside my window?

If we can let go ,both elope inside my window

But I count blessings inside my window

People smiling inside my window, gold lines hiding inside my window

See new tides inside my window

New lights inside my window

Forgive the mole, wind in the willows

Family matters, ask the Winslows, I know

I’ve been through I’ve been through quite a bit this year

If I offend you I don’t intend to

I never meant to stroke your fear dear

Darlin’, I’ve been through quite a bit this year

If I offend you I don’t intend to

I never meant to stroke your fear dear

I feel so vulnerable, what if I lose my window?

I feel so fragile, fragile, I feel so fragile like you

[Verse 2]

It’s all about perspective in the end

We’re all selfish in the end

Deluded Golums thinking we elvish in the end

All in jailhouses, I guess we’re Elvis' in the end

Tbh, I couldn’t care less in the end

My ego’s Chinese-Indian

Im just a poet with a window view, Albertin Sarrazinin with a pen

Whatchu want? Whatchu really want from me?

I done gave it all, and I’m still bringing it

Whatchu want? Whatchu really want from me?

I don’t subscribe to kharma per se, but I believe everything’s relative tho

And to each his own, to breathe, live and seek his own - truth

Let and let live, whatchu got to lose?

And if you fall from the sky, at least you got the blues

I would imagine the flower pane’s flower’s pain’s tragic

You bloom strong and beautiful, but you just can't find the exit

And all you gots a bird eye view of what could’ve happen

Would’ve happen if it weren’t for circumstances

Woulda you moved mountains, movements and avalanches, who knows?

But be here now, be here now

I said it before, you can count me in if you need to figure to figure it out

I’ve been thinking and thinking about

Missing a wink or two just so I could straighten the house

And I could see the future, need to find the roads

No other Waze about it, some journeys you’re on your own right?

Right, brave alone

Make a home, break a bone, clear the loan

Erase the phone, raise a sun, blaze the road for tomorrow

But all you bothered bout is a follow for a follow

Why do your followers follow you, and does that make you a leader?

And if it does and if i follow you, would I see that you’re a make-believer

This ain't a bullet, I ain't bitter, let it be known I see through ya

And….The truth will always creep up and eat you bitches like, Booya Booya Booya!