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?