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This song placed 3rd in a rap contest! Lyrics below! (For the trance readers)https://www.bandlab.com/revisions/d9241d08-cb80-e911-abc4-28187831ee7aWith the Chief.Sipping on the sacred tea.Slipping into a deeper dream.The word Psychedelic means to delve deep within the mind.I still dream of the visuals held behind my eyes. Breaking from this shell into a Higher realm.Oneness is felt.Intricate Shifting designs.Morphing the colors,blurring the lines intertwined.Shamanistic brothersWithin the chaos there is truth to discover.Seek and you will find.Dancing tantric with the tribe.Expanding your third eye.Trancing with the fire on an ayuhasca ride.Meeting the entities who guide us on the eternal climb.This is not about getting High.I seek answers on dimethyltriptamine.For some of you that’s dmt.Only the respectful seeker truly will see.Those chasing a high are left confused and weak. Trek through the jungle for a week,fasting day three nothing to eat.Some in the group tackling grief,Others have wisdom they seek.Oh how they will see,Sitting under that sacred tree,You are about to believe. I respect the AncientsThe Creators of Psychedelics Consumed with pure intentions,Seeking out Angelic Presences.Mentally vivid Treasures,Eternally Cryptic Relics.Mentally vivid Relics.Eternally cryptic Treasures,Describing the Druid high priest.Psilocybin and I have been doing this for weeks.Meeting the king on the throne who grins ear to ear all alone.Seeing the strangest gateway as I begin making headway in this psychedelic roadway. My identity was thrown away and now here I sit and sway off in a distant place.The space explored by the brave is usually the same.A different dimension and landscape but most try to escape.I opened my brain but in a respectful way.Fractions of seconds time can bend it’s all relative in the end. Fractals following a trend.I was hoping for a real change, looking for the gods in strange strains and stems.Things got really odd, but I was sane.I actually got to see them in their land of zen it’s not pretend it lays inner space.Access is only given to the children of fate who’s motive is to use psychedelics as a way to pray.Seek and you will find in a whole new way.I respect the AncientsThe Creators of Psychedelics Consumed with pure intentions,Seeking out Angelic Presences.Mentally vivid Treasures,Eternally Cryptic Relics.Mentally vivid Relics.Eternally cryptic Treasures,It’s that native blood.The coming of age that must be done.Just a phase of who I was,Leading to who I will become.Each trip I took seriously but not fearlessly.I can still barely see.Relax, you can clearly breathe.Let the trip guide lead you on LSD,Meet the Gods on 2CE.Things will get odd but it’s better than a heroin addiction disease.Ibogaine is curing them and believe me you won’t be doing that again the next week.It’s not for the weak and I don’t recommend these actions but I can express my past with the songs about back then. I always sought the fabric of the matrix with a passion and aggression.I didn’t take mescaline for entertainment or obsessively with addiction.It was my rite of passage and admission. It’s as intrinsic as freedom of religion,Let me explore my brains furthest regions.From Salvia to sativa I can handle my business.I am a child of Jah.This is not something you have to agree with I have no regrets,Reaching a deeper intellect.Recollect the Vivid memories I collect in my brains hard drive bank.Driving down the wavy roadway watching the snow slowly lay.Reality is indeed very strange with a psychedelic mindstate.