WHAT MORE

[Verse 1] With one foot on the floor I solemnly swear that I am up to nothing but mischief I kick it, in different flippant states of mind Take my time to write my rhymes and feel inspired This illusion is tiring The saboteur keep conspiring These dirty truths keep transpiring I keep my head up in spite of tings [Chorus] What more than being alive? What more than being alive? What more than being alive? What more, what more? [Verse 2] As I look to the skies I can’t help but ask why All of these trials and tribulations Like suffering’s just a part of this particular manifestation Manipulate and, regulate your own space It’s what you make of it, no use of complaining We’re practicing raising, new ways of sustaining source Energy transmitting, frequency Self destructive tendencies make your spirit bleed [Chorus] What more than being alive? What more than being alive? What more than being alive? What more, what more?