ELIXER
i was hanging out with this kid straight out sixties
although he my own age he be smoking weed like gypsies
tripping round the country doing dmt in different cities
festivals for hippies this yogi's picknicking be risky
we were drinking whisky but the tales he told were iffy
he insisted spirits come outer worlds, and I think differently
I said quit the bullshit cause your mind is tripping out
Your mind is making up all of this creative stuff and now you stuck
I'm not one to judge, but you're wrong about some stuff
For all you know, all these books on conscious thought and transcendence
Were written under the influence during the time of lets pretend some shit
Strictly metaphors are these demons spirits and gods,
that you claim you met for real but its metaphysical in fact
From your innerside you can manifest whatevers in mind
Enlist some substances and assist your brain split
Till your fission out of body out in space where no time exists
Resurrect who you please via exorcism imagining
Release them from your deepest seated thinking spots and see
whats in store what you got remember hard before they're lost
meditation get u lifted like the pot stuff does,
but its a little tricky when you take a trip
You can take a dip, dive as deep as any fish
Experience the system from outside your self or in it
Realize another vision maybe one thats more efficient
See your self in opposition and then try to wrestle with it
Things can get twisted quick without the laws of physics
imprisoning us from existential cognition's we got
abilities to live free from religion and biases
Conscientious disassociation by disease, yes please
Reconigize the demons are our mind's own concieving
like our own children, born an accidental lessons
Don’t blame the moon sun or stars for what the drugs bring about
No spirits lurk around your corners or in house
Own up, don’t deny how truly capable is your mind
Never be ashamed lest you stay indoctrinated by time
Power to your Psychedelic funky mentalize
So next time you hallucinate readjust ya frame
Your brain in every state every role is yours to play
Recognize you rule the scene the stage the mic is all fair game
From the dmt to the acid shrooming back and forth
Whatevers leaking out is from your brain, and nothing more
