[Verse 1]
If only this mic made me an idol to microscopic disciples
This psychological cycle, is like a tropical cyclone
Cause I don't know whether to weather the storm or conform
I'm stuck in the currents, I wonder if currently life is more calm on the shore
Went to the sea from the land, never seen on the land, anymore I'm too far
If I drown in my own decision, I bet no one will feel too remorseful to mourn
Every song is a psalm, this is what I believe in, you should too call me "Sujesus"
Can't cross me though, I'm gonna die for the sins of my ego, that's real lethal
[Hook]
They told me eliminate your vasanas and innovate the God in ya
But what is life without desire?
Like what am I even striving to acquire
And if trying to be like God is whats required
Then why did he even make us
Who's to say we all got flaws
I'll just make the most of these vasanas
I think that's what God really wants
[Verse 2]
They can't extract the X-factor
I'm blessed as the best rapper who follows hinduism
Thinking about if the amount of my respect
After I'm dead matters
Need a lot more intuition, but I know time won't hinder wisdom
In addition to this diction, I'll publish an edition
Of my innocent indifference, trying to publicize my image
The synonym of sickness, in the sense of how I'm spitting
Though the cynicism isn't my intended way of thinking
It is how I keep my confidence from slipping
Wish I felt less threatened that they'd condescend my vision
Honestly I only focused on making my vasanas diminish
But all the minutes made me fidget
In the process I was sinning
Should be fine cause its not like God is not forgiving
All the shots that I was sipping, I'm proud enough to just stop when I get tipsy
That may sound like contradiction, all the content in my projects
Is as cryptic as I script it, though the concept is implicit