THE TRUE SYLO - Meraki 2

〈Hook〉
Can you speak the language of the soul
Spark of creativity, now you got veins of gold
Purity, but the corruption ain't completely over
Sobriety, sike the delics need a home yeah

〈Verse〉
Everyone gone mental but convinced themselves its normal, reality
And I can feel what's happening on a level of pure energy
Next stage be calamity
They are blind turning their eye away
And don't wanna see what I do today
Only the 2 on the front of your face
Are being used to navigate
So nobody's got a GPS
Open yourself up don't be a conformist
Decide for you what you deem to be important
Not all of us have got the get out clauses
I'm tryna warn them
All the sheep, led by the Shepard to the slaughter
The pain and blessings are hereditary
Life is a guessing game if you're not ready
The recognition, you aim to gain is hidden
Until you can see the discrepancy in these patterns (yuh)
What's the meaning?
I been asking, you be teaching
Whos amassed the intellect we're seeking
Through the tests I go, connection relinked
Say it to my soul, what is needed
Change the feelings, work on your methods of healing
And dealing with people or way that they being
If they resemble demons, leave before the energy leaching begins
Listen my friend
Differences aside, this worlds turning into a trap
Nothing seem right I can sense a lack of sense
Watch your back, and your mind, thoughts been Infiltrated
Catered to comfort, implant what's wanted to alter
Emotions, when stopped and just observed there was a
Separate me, speaking, lots of things
But these ain't what I think, plenty of inner conflict
The true against what can only be called the Baphomet
So imma realign while I find a key
Can you feel the meraki?
〈Hook〉
Can you speak the language of the soul
Spark of creativity, now you got veins of gold
Purity, but the corruption ain't completely over
Sobriety, sike the delics need a home yeah
Can you speak the language of the soul
Spark of creativity, now you got veins of gold
Purity, but the corruption ain't completely over
Sobriety, sike the delics need a home yeah yeah yeah