Visual Eyes - Intellectual

[Verse 1 - Chester P]

I sleep like a psycho with one eye closed

Sun shine on the slums redrums and bullet holes

Lifestyle sized me down like nanotechno

Get no love from the street blud evaporate

Right now things look bleak through my window

Limbo right outside and never simple

It's complex original input the labyrinth

Absinthe LSD and much illusion

Moonlit mental states of institution

Fragmented demons monster opportunities

Knock knock in the form of crack rock and heroin

Doctors working the streets shotting medicine and whatnot

Turning my ends into a hotspot

Crackhеads resembling zombies in horror films

Policеmen high on the fumes of real elements

Can't breathe tryna make stones bleed for benefits

One step ahead of myself and still stepping

Lighthouse see through the storm of Armageddon

Cyclops third eye cycle of free fall

Night watch watchtower blues in your speaker

Weak hearts perish the deep get deeper

Break free spirit inside I can visualise

Weak hearts perish the deep get deeper

Break free spirit inside I can visualise

[Chorus]

Stuck in a mass of flesh I'm held prisoner

Break free spirit inside I can visualise

Stuck in a mass of flesh and held prisoner

Break free spirit inside I can visualise

[Verse 2 - Farma G]

Blessed with blue skies, sunshine and light breeze

Schemes on a greater scale than of lately

Took my deepest breath and held onto it

Then returned to address mad incidents

Cloaked in darkness the sun don't last long

Check my rain dance and thunderstorm bass drums

Can't control the dark from the light side

Silent eclipse of the sun from the inside

Bursting through the brick walls and roadblocks

You can't stop it from happening once it's synced up

Broke the barrier twice and lapped satellites

Nights in twilight fight with white stalagmites

Suits of armour crumble under G force

Coarse winds flatten the north with no pause

Star chart apostles heavy and colossal

Walk with the dinosaurs and talk to the fossils

Streams and green hills and fresh fruit for meals

(Quote Herne) Moses the great no cheap thrills

I built on a holy space and grew wings (Look up)

Angel of grace with five rings

King of good fortune filter of bad things

Staining my clean skin pāua mollusc scrub downs

Underground pacifist chapters of the chronicle

Spoke by a lunatic and wrote by a madman

[Chorus]

Stuck in a mass of flesh I'm held prisoner

Break free spirit inside I can visualise

Stuck in a mass of flesh and held prisoner

Break free spirit inside I can visualise