Some people do this shit for likes and clicks that could never be me Some people do it for the love some people do it for a fee Some people do it in hopes of finding they identity Some people do it for the peace they receive mentally I never did for results That outcome seem false Your wires might get crossed Your soul might get lost It's a long way to that finish line But you did your time and you fought They can never break you down If they ain't build you up And invest in you Gotta pay the price It's a cost Money alone ell get you so far It ell get you a house It ell get you a car It ell get you a bitch It ell get you click It ell get you whatever you got on your heart But please be aware of the get rich quick schemes Cause everything is not as it seems Sometimes you gotta read the fine print Looking for the answers from within Trying to make a difference I attempt Trying to make this change make sense Running from my fears I sprint External my conflict Woke up one day Realized life is not a contest And I finally understand When they say God they mean your conscious They talking bout your conscious So if your vitals are responsive And you can feel your conscious Then God is the construct This communication beyond us Out of correspondence Staring at the constellations Tripping off of star dust God is your conscious God is your conscious Watch what your thinking Watch what your reading Watch what your eating Watch what your speaking Life is only made up of what you can manifest Life is only made up of what you can manifest How to rest when your feeling restless No hope for the young and helpless Didn't buy those schemes they sell us Don't think too much they tell us In a world where the rich get rich And the poor get poor we overzealous Our attention is deficit So the simple things no longer impress us We want all of the cash All of the cream All of the love All of the green All the above Everything Having it all what does it bring Speaking of God Is he a king Is she a queen Is it a dream Fantasies of the in between But what in the fuck does it really mean Everything you want is right within your reach Generations before mine they never practiced what they preach They hypocrites Left us with nothing to benefit Obvious they don't give a shit And I finally understand When they say God they mean your conscious They talking bout your conscious So if your vitals are responsive And you can feel your conscious Then God is the construct This communication beyond us Out of correspondence Staring at the constellations Tripping off of star dust God is your conscious God is your conscious