Fiddling

[Verse 1: Mikey] This the first step for achieving the inner peace that you seek through the readings The snakes and the viruses blood out the irises And my third eye blinded by the sciences I'm on mind guided shit Play the violin and preach violence on the roof tops we huddle in I smuggle in kilos of butter then break bread in the gutter with the other man 'cuz the conflict is constant and I'm the better man With the weed and xannies 'cuz life's too short to get hung up on family or bullshit whatever Stop stressing Your present is past you your future is brand new That's cliche whatever But I got revelations on days When the weather don't rain Got demons and dames withering away Got bills that just sprung up So don't get hung up [HOOK] Life's too short to get hung up [Verse 2: Mikey] I knew I was evil genius When I met the priestess And unleashed this fiend That feast on the all the lobbyist Your word should be your work not a team full of bodies with no hobbys that's obvious But try to just Imagine us a world full of strategists That act in opposition to the curve and the word is the currency exchanged And the wuwei is balanced and the poon tang is bountiful People held accountable For their actions and interactions Sans acting a fool and shit said in rap hits I'm asking for passing the masses My opium and smoke it like the nicotine that's gassing Your chakras and rasta around me Astounding The limitless foundry of mind I could render If given an hour of time I remind you Is useless I'm lifted you're clueless This sadbox a movement Like snakes I'm an agent that's praying for nooses Resistance is useless I told you [HOOK] Life's too short to get hung up