BE THAT SELFright about now i'd like to note is gonereborn, reformed, its always flowing onunhinge your timepiece, still the ticking of the beasta million mini-deaths remind me of yeastcells, amoebas, options, dreams and memoriesforks in the road, i unload plenty of thesesplit second decisions into lives unlivingsplintered in the prism unclear from revisionbecome the mirror imageobservant and observedget served but not disturbedperturbed not lost in wordssemi-imperved and found, profound and truly downunwound as a sound that was born as it drownunwound as a sound that was born as it drownBe that self, be that real live selfbe that blessed out self that you were born to bebe that self, be that bhakti selfbe that boundless self that you were born to beHold on -- wait a minutedon't hesitate, i'm in it to win itmeditate then bum rush the limit of scrimmagediscriminating not hating, spreading love through the cadencethe trimage of image giving credence to flailingfree floating, not quoting as the ego let go andno toe-to-toe-ing gun-toting or even showboatingbecause i grasp the unattainable and flow over changesmainly, Jettricks is the crew that i hang withfrozen in the frame and chosen in the gamesitting in the corner with a moment i can tameListen, homeboy, don't mean to bust your bubblebut giving the biggun ain't nothing but troubleyou rush to act, but forget the factthe best line of defense ain't always to attackbe at home within yourself and show some restraintaccept who you are and chill with who you ain'tyou're puffing up your ego like a big balloonand then come crashing down like a wac pop tunestay content in your center, give thanks for the mentorsopen up your mind allow all to enterreceive the gods and receive the guests and receive the gifts with which you're truly blessedas you be that self