Song Description

Spokenword Poetry about life.

Lyrics

WINGS TO THINGS

I PREFER HAVING WINGS TO HAVING THINGS
I AM AN INSTRUMENT OF LOVE STRUM ME, BLOW ME, PLAY ME
PEACE ETERNAL IS THE SONG I SING
I AM AN OLD, OLD SOUL WITH MULTIPLE DIMENSIONS
I?M DIPPED IN COSMIC CONSCIOUSNESS ? AND NOT TO MENTION:
I?M ONE COOL, FLY BROTHER
WHOSE BEEN YOUR SISTER WHOSE BEEN YOUR BROTHER
WHOSE BEEN YOUR FATHER, I?VE BEEN YOUR MOTHER
SO ARE YOU FEELING ME? ?CAUSE THIS NEEDS TO BE FELT
KEEP LOOKING WITHIN AND YOU?LL FIND YOUR WAY OUT
WAKE UP TO THE SOUNDS OF THE BELLS
FOR THE WISE THEY ALWAYS RING
ME MYSELF, I PREFER HAVING WINGS TO HAVING THINGS

I PREFER HAVING WINGS TO HAVING THINGS
I?VE SEEN SYMPHONIES OF SOULS
WHERE THE SCREAMS BEAM DOWN LIKE STRINGS
BUT WE ARE THE COMPOSERS OF OUR OWN COMPOSITIONS
AND MY MELODY ROCKS WELL YOU SEE
WHEN I STOP, LOOK AND LISTEN
I?VE BATHED AND BAPTISED MYSELF IN NIRVANA
AS THE GLOW SLID DOWN MY BROW
AND DRIPPED TO MY LIPS AND I TOOK A SIP OF TRUTH
AND ALL I COULD SAY WELL, IS WOW!
?CAUSE WITH LOVE AS MY MASS I CHECKMATE THAT ASS
ON LIFE LESSON?S CLASS AND ALAS, I STILL STAND LIKE A KING
AND I BELIEVE I CAN FLY
LIKE GODS IN THE SKY
IF I PREFER HAVING WINGS TO HAVING THINGS

I PREFER HAVING WINGS TO HAVING THINGS
SCATTERED ACROSS THE SKIES, TRY MY SOUL ON FOR SIZE
?CAUSE I SHINE BRIGHTER THAN ALL THE BLING-BLING
SO LEGGO YOUR EGO AND PLANT SEEDS FOR YOUR SEEDS, BRO
BECAUSE SISTERS, THE WAY OUR SEEDS GROW, WE GO
I HAVE SUENOS OF SMOKING LENOS CON DIOS
TRANSLATED: HAVING DREAMS OF SMOKING GANJA
WITH THE GODS OF THE COSMOS
SO GO MASSAGE THE BREASTS OF HEAVEN
AND QUENCH YOUR THIRST OF MOTHER NATURE?S JUICE
AND IN THAT CLIMACTIC IMPACT YOU?LL WAKE TO THE FACT
THAT YOU?VE BEEN HUNG WITH A SPIRITUAL NOOSE
SO MAY YOU AWAKE TO THE KNOW
FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR SOUL
AND YOU?LL AWAKE TO EVERYTHING
AND YOU?LL BELIEVE YOU CAN FLY
LIKE THE GODS WE ARE IN THE SKY
IF YOUR PREFER HAVING WINGS TO HAVING THINGS

WHAT DO YOU PREFER?

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Greedy Baby	Whatnot!	9/9/2009