Astral Protection

We’re all living to die while we die to live
Forgetting what actually is
We just wish for bliss
Dismissive of the evidence of substance
And the shit that amazed you at thirteen
Won’t phase you when you’ve been chewed up and steamed
And reamed, by the politics of indignation
In this nation, we’re rationed into stations based on the summation
Of our monetary level, on the curve or bevel of our income
In comes the shame, bucket in the well, It’s a wonder we didn’t run
Locked up, never free, never a mason
Presenting the citizens with a false image, a successful geisha
Various illicit substances to be ingesting
Digesting, professing that we need blessing
From a higher authority, more for me, it’s spiritual
Near the mental hull of pressed individuals
Psychological bite-sized chunks that I can chew
Made for you, specially wrapped, an astral carriage
A cosmic marriage, dare I say it, he wasn’t aware that
Creative output, not monetary value, should define a man
Blight of the land, a rap reprimand
Put into his mouth and regurgitated on worthy hands
Some make little sense while making minimal cents, they’re hopeless
We watch sunsets while refusing sweat, and incur scanty spiritual debt
You can bet that it’s a chill theology, honestly it could probably
Be considered a tad lazy, but that doesn’t phase me
Cause when you’re hazy, that’s when Krishna sings
Gopala Gopala, rhythmic value, little to none
Hope a lot, that the critical outlook will favor one
Demon rapper, from the look of things
More like the demon fapper
That’s a complimentary statement to honor my masturbation
I need a relatively similar sentiment just to keep serotonin levels in check
Otherwise I might transform into an emotional wreck
Over some shit that held no water
No fodder for the farm animal inside my cranium
Brain ego spreads out like a diagram of soapy fractals
Actual factual statements are shed in favor of rhythmic hymnals
It’s dim, but still, the word holds