Meditate Songtext
von Bond

I keep it handwritten, my pen flows with the wind as I scribble, truth, I′m tryna seek balance
So I aim for the middle, a bamboo flute inspires me and Japanese cherry blossoms the image
I seek to reach higher, G experience, eastern traditions, for real, born in the Himalayas
Monks chant mantras and the vibrations echo to the west, a test for most to be aware of the infinite beauty in our Planet the rest are close but blocked by thoughts that make them panic, my mind's manic, so I breathe and let it Relax now I see truth, facts, plus a bad brunette, she′s on the Kawasaki H2, I think she was on a long street at night
Skyscrapers reflecting off her bike, she so my type, I was like, do you wanna go for a bite, and she replied
Do you wanna fuck me, or really get to know me, I said both, she said Ite, we disappeared and took flight
Like a samurai strike, we let the love ignite, and plus she's peng too,

Good drink, good smoke, you make me feel low
I can't remember the time I breathed though, I need to sit still and get that real flow, then I′ll be on my big glow


This is London town, it′s money making underground, tube taking city livers, tryna make a hundred pounds
But that's the overview, man, this song is overdue, live here long enough, this shit may take control of you
I love this place, but it kinda made me crazy, I see sheiks and they′re wraiths, I see beggars on the street
I see kids on they push bikes and police on the beat, yeah, police on the beat, that's triple nine with the flows
Who knows, if I′ma blow, I guess I keep on doing these shows, and I'ma keep on writing these raps
But see, I′m feeling a bit trapped, and I wanna feel free, but I'm just locked up inside, I think it's controlling my Mind somehow
I′m cooped in this apartment, days be tick tocking, I′ve been hip-hopping, but run out of things to play
All I see is grey, sometimes I see blue, I don't really know what′s true anymore, the stuff I say
Guess I'll try another day, it′s getting late, I need to meditate

Good drink, good smoke, you make me feel low, I can't remember the time I breathed though
I need to sit still and get that real flow, then I′ll be on my big glow