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Searching - Feelin' like Roy Ayers
void in ya life you fill it wit more paper?
Nah, I got a spiritual mentality
the gift of inner-living I can't fill it wit a salary
& still the ppl askin' me "Vash you really serious?"
I think they fearin' it
I think that they think I'm delirious
Learnin' from my experience
guess I'm just a empiricist
pressure buildin up like a physicist
I'm a lyricist...Now
criminal days over
no offense this individual stays sober
gotta stop clouding my thinking
temptation surrounding me chiefing
gotta act out whatchu dreaming
anything less just amounts to you sleeping
killin' the demons thats surrounding me creeping
they down on they knees while I'm bounding and leaping
you down and you weeping
I understand
but before you do that, just start wit another hand
and pull em, collar, neck first
you want yours? then give to somebody else 1st