On the physical I'm just another sleepy skinny ninja
Got nothing to braaag about like I lost my pistol
Only hoes I've been touching
Is the times I've been ploughing
With my grandma in the garden
What do you know about organic?
Hindsight is 20 20 cause I never saw it that way
Back then it was just hard times for the lazy kid
Then I moved up to the city
Where my pockets grew more pickles
That onions preserved in liquids
All my problems cash related
On the mental I'm a ninja that's determined to make it
Past the point of no return like Morpheus in The Matrix
But society's imposing bounding boundaries and bounties on your soul
If you ever try to think like you are free
So instead of counting counterfeits and cuffing to a bed the only thing that let me be
I am writing poetry
Yo Knockturnal please play a beat
Please play something I can flow to with ease
My mind state pregnancy stage is enceit
My rhyme page is currently lacking babies
What they expect I feel forced to exceed
So Imma go in with force like a f*cking rapist
I know I'm sick, that ain't even an argument
The real question should be: am I twisted as well?
Probably not, in a sense
I find solace in words
Pages full of bars like a prison architect
The parables I write, are more than artefacts
For the culture I'm a contributor, here's my 2 cents
Formal lectures probably contributed only 2 percent
Of my third eye motion
Aware than the most is
Aware about the fact that the most wouldn't woke if the tag wasn't trending
Like what's wrong with the internet
If I do happen to strike a chord like the ethernet
Then one of y'all will post this to the right address
Sleepyninja - 20/20 Vision Lyrics
Sleepyninja - 20/20 Vision Lyrics
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On the physical I'm just another sleepy skinny ninja
Got nothing to braaag about like I lost my pistol
Only hoes I've been touching
Is the times I've been ploughing
With my grandma in the garden
What do you know about organic?
Hindsight is 20 20 cause I never saw it that way
Back then it was just hard times for the lazy kid
Then I moved up to the city
Where my pockets grew more pickles
That onions preserved in liquids
All my problems cash related
On the mental I'm a ninja that's determined to make it
Past the point of no return like Morpheus in The Matrix
But society's imposing bounding boundaries and bounties on your soul
If you ever try to think like you are free
So instead of counting counterfeits and cuffing to a bed the only thing that let me be
I am writing poetry
Yo Knockturnal please play a beat
Please play something I can flow to with ease
My mind state pregnancy stage is enceit
My rhyme page is currently lacking babies
What they expect I feel forced to exceed
So Imma go in with force like a f*cking rapist
I know I'm sick, that ain't even an argument
The real question should be: am I twisted as well?
Probably not, in a sense
I find solace in words
Pages full of bars like a prison architect
The parables I write, are more than artefacts
For the culture I'm a contributor, here's my 2 cents
Formal lectures probably contributed only 2 percent
Of my third eye motion
Aware than the most is
Aware about the fact that the most wouldn't woke if the tag wasn't trending
Like what's wrong with the internet
If I do happen to strike a chord like the ethernet
Then one of y'all will post this to the right address
Got nothing to braaag about like I lost my pistol
Only hoes I've been touching
Is the times I've been ploughing
With my grandma in the garden
What do you know about organic?
Hindsight is 20 20 cause I never saw it that way
Back then it was just hard times for the lazy kid
Then I moved up to the city
Where my pockets grew more pickles
That onions preserved in liquids
All my problems cash related
On the mental I'm a ninja that's determined to make it
Past the point of no return like Morpheus in The Matrix
But society's imposing bounding boundaries and bounties on your soul
If you ever try to think like you are free
So instead of counting counterfeits and cuffing to a bed the only thing that let me be
I am writing poetry
Yo Knockturnal please play a beat
Please play something I can flow to with ease
My mind state pregnancy stage is enceit
My rhyme page is currently lacking babies
What they expect I feel forced to exceed
So Imma go in with force like a f*cking rapist
I know I'm sick, that ain't even an argument
The real question should be: am I twisted as well?
Probably not, in a sense
I find solace in words
Pages full of bars like a prison architect
The parables I write, are more than artefacts
For the culture I'm a contributor, here's my 2 cents
Formal lectures probably contributed only 2 percent
Of my third eye motion
Aware than the most is
Aware about the fact that the most wouldn't woke if the tag wasn't trending
Like what's wrong with the internet
If I do happen to strike a chord like the ethernet
Then one of y'all will post this to the right address
Writer: Sihle Makalima
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid