Far From Conscious (So you think you can rap entry)

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Filmed and edited by DriggsASU.

shout out to mike kalombo for the beat!!!

Lyrics:
The names Conscious, but I promise I'm Far from a saint,
: scar your chains with the barz that I paint, Sparked from my brain
syllables be scribbled so deep, origins bleed dark in my veins
ink drizzles, things chiseled deep within the heart of the anc-
ient guardian, extraterrestrial who blessed me with telepathy
Deciphered energy, translation: hold each second preciously
Captured the answers, unravel my genetic code,
and yours too, except man's descendants grow pathetic though
expect it, so cus we can use big words, but we forget we flow
in the stream of life, fight or bleed tonight if we don't question those
Beliefs of ours, leaders are as blind as their people are seeing stars
Drop those, you got soul? you shouldn't have to read a card
Put me in charge, I'm telling you, won't run it like these felons do
No drugs, wars, religions, chores, biproducts I'm selling you
ideas, try feeding your minds need to define reason
Blind people, if you open up your eyes you might see us
You can change this world, you don't need a mic either
You lost amid the toxins, but your sons and daughters might need us
delirious, I speak from experience, I was one of them
Buzzin quick from substances, inner demons governing


The ego, deceived me, see, didn't know who I was,
No puzzle in existence twisted as intricately as my mind was
My spine crushed in the arms of a vice, till a spark in the night
Fire filled my whole soul, out of darkness came light
I can breathe, I can see, my sight refined perfectly
evolution, crafted by eternity, no further need
to listen to the nonsense, before was less than conscious conscious
When seeing things at surface level my only fucking option
Screaming for no apparent reason, angry so often
"where'd AJ go I think we lost him"
Look, people, I'm sick as fuck, approach using caution
No, Not the good kind of sick, literally nauseous
Vanity, a casualty handled all to casually
Blood spilled on Gods tapestry, sometimes the way it has to be
A mirror of humanity, shackled me with blasphemy,
Can't escape this gravity, insanity keeps trapping me
But spirit holds the master key, relieve the ego's toxic flow
Ignorance, illusions causing evil in your optical
Its got to go, if not we choke; survival is impossible
remember, you can't stop the flow, can't swim unless your conscious, so
Wake up! Don't waste up, stop abusing your brain
This is the movement of truth, a revolution awaits
And when the music is true, the truth is fused in your veins
That's my vision, E, you with me? I'll leave the decision
for you to create....
...so put a fist up if you can relate