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A negative force tests my vital points
Now I'm off target, heartless
Treading through troubled waters
Life goals appearing out of order
Dreams become slaughtered
Denying what's for artificial pleasure like marijuana
As I bask in the land of the lost
In dual wars with grim thoughts unbalanced
For any challenge I face
Victory wrapped beneath the fates
'Cause hard times set the pace
Trace my soul and hues of blue
Urging me to stay out of tune
On path to rhythm
Always search the soul for the rhythm
The rhythm
All paths lead to me
Adrift on holy waters of your former recollections
And now dim reflections of the dreamt
And the love shoved deep into past tense
With a side cast zen
I wait for your remembrance
I wait for you to listen for me
In the suckles, sighs, cries of fresh made brown shaded babes
Plained over ancient chants of the black fisted soldier
And to feel me in the tremors
Under the covers of diasporan original lovers
And to see me in the windblown sands of the Sudan
And swift motherland hips and drips of sun rays and rain
To know me once again
Rhythm, my thing
Vile lifestyles made me gain a thirst for change
So I dug deep inside of self to maintain
On a path to rhythm, peaking past religion
Spiritual frame made my destination, taoism
Vibes from the physical be the mechanism
Clicking like metronome ticks of repetition
I listen to its melodic conventions
Replenish self knowledge hence balance onto peace
Realizing I've kept the beat on path to rhythm
Always search the soul for the rhythm
The rhythm
Scorch the force that lives negative in the soul
Grown cold, hold on
Know that the path is never lost, only hidden so
Always search the soul for the rhythm
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