Macklemore - Vipassana lyrics

rate me

Yesterday, forget itTomorrow is, nadaThe present is, right here, through the breath, watch itAtheist Jesus piece, hangin' on a crossWe sit and discuss God on lawn chairsAbout how we got hereWhat it is, what it isn't, shitFate versus faith, scrimmagin' with coincidenceLeave out the market and hold up on the business endFocus on the genuine, and everything else, you can shed the skinI was a couple moves away from being deadIn that ER overdosin', eyes bleedin' redI fell in love, made an album, got a buzzLost it all, sobered up and guess what?Now we meet againAnd I'm back, finally just laughin'Expectations are resentments waiting to happenStudying the Dharma, Karma of a pastor and his practiceGautama Buddha, God, to the mountaintop and I'm travelingLearnin', yes, reflectin' on what mattersPeople, permanence, lack of attachmentsIt's space and time, a couple man-made distractionsThe measure of a spirit that no human can ever captureChurch, this booth is my VaticanI don't control life, but I can control how I react to itStudent of the breath, brick beats and balancin'Desire versus truth until I finally find happinessI was put here to do something before I'm lyin' in that casketI'd be lyin' on the beat if I said I didn't know what that isThe world's a stage and we play a character, I found himIt took me 20 something years and a bunch of shitty sound checksI'm not gonna be content, until I find gratitudeRegardless of my sales or the record deals they're handin' youIf the next generation takes our legacy and samples youWe'll have a bunch of mp3's and misled kids to pass 'em toI use my veins to create the color I paint fromDelve into something 'til my heart becomes my paint brushI told my mama I'm not stoppin' 'til my name's upThinkin' those comments on that blog is gonna save usSearchin' for everything but Gods and validationGet insecure and then we start blamin' the hatersUsed to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacantTruth, the only thing that I ever used in moderationSo I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicleTake all ugly shit inside and try to make it beautifulUse the cement from rock bottom and make it musicalSo the people can relate to where I've beenWhere I'm going, what I've seen, what I've heardFrom the guts, fuck the gloryJust a person on a porch putting it all into recordingMany in my past and many that came before meI just keep walkin' my path and blessed to share my story