(Verse 1)
Yo I’m an overwhelmed spirit, can this stress be prevented?
I’m impressively committed, I’m a skeptic, a cynic
I’m indefinitely gifted facing pressure from critics
And maybe I’m twisted, but it feels like the lesson’s been scripted
It’s wicked, but at least we’re still here in the present tense
To witness the deaths of our peers who were heaven sent
But never wept because fear is irrelevant
And there’s a fine line between theory and evidence
Tax invasion dollars from assassination plotters
Given debt to go to college, leaving whistle blowers silenced
Maybe I’m paranoid and weeded up
Maybe I’ve seen too many videos or maybe you ain’t Seen Enough
(Chorus)
Maybe I’m high, but I swear I know
It feels like I’m being watched everywhere I go
You can take my ride, go and take my doe
You can take my pride, but just spare my soul
Now maybe I’m high, but I swear I know
It feels like I’m being watched everywhere I go
Maybe I’m paranoid and weeded up
Maybe I’ve seen too many videos or maybe you ain’t Seen Enough
(Verse 2)
I’m as empty as a widow with a bottle of riddle
I may look full on the outer, but I’m hollow in the middle
My mind is a window overlooking homes of oppression
Whose only objection is paying rent in hopes of progression
For only a second, slaving at a low wage profession
So the only way to obtain is through stolen possessions
I’m lonely and skeptic, aware and depressed from reality
Watching followers blindly become obsessed with a fallacy
I’ve seen it all through the smoke on my roach clips
Coping with rolled spliffs while exposing these hoaxes
Low and behold it’s a show of hypnosis
Cops with uncontrolled emotions unloading their holsters
The news is bogus, just cultural coldness
Recruiting soldiers with posers on promotional posters
Trained murderers to fight against the “Sand People”
Or whichever group our government leads to perceive as evil
(Chorus)
Maybe I’m high, but I swear I know
It feels like I’m being watched everywhere I go
You can take my ride, go and take my doe
You can take my pride, but just spare my soul
Now maybe I’m high, but I swear I know
It feels like I’m being watched everywhere I go
Maybe I’m paranoid and weeded up
Maybe I’ve seen too many videos or maybe you ain’t Seen Enough
(Zoo’s Verse)
Maybe I’m a paranoid lunatic, addiction at the root of it
Conspiracy theorist spewing misconstrued lyrics
To any and everyone who will hear it
I can’t hold back the fear it festers in the mind and spirit
What’s gonna happen when water is sold like oil?
Will you still make jokes about hats made out of tinfoil?
Probably, you think there’s no such thing as Global Warming
Leading Scientists lied when they gave their global warning
Terrorism is the new Communism
Manufactured fear just to con your prism
An enemy of the state who’s never committed a violent crime
If I have to steal the truth, I will cause it’s rightfully mine
I don’t see the point in all your useless schematics
Students are getting slaughtered by rifles that are fully automatic
We’re taught that America was built by Revolution
And humans were created by Scientific Evolution
One’s true and one’s up for debate
But if you argue with those in control you’ll be burned at the stake
I believe in Spirituality, a World Religion
Psychedelic tools as the key to unlock the system
A dose to leave you with a refreshed sense of perception
Hope to breathe and dream of content conception
I wonder if the Oracle would tell me to take this?
Or if I live die while I’m stuck in the Matrix
An empty soul, and empty heart, and empty eyes
Or an enlightened being that isn’t afraid to die
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
