Yolo - sans

This beat got me feeling lucid, feel me like masseuses

No fake spiritual rapping bout chakras and sutras

Let’s go to the root of the human problem

Simple formulation: why are all people not included?

Most are bad scientists, hypothesis unproven

I aspire to Socrates, I gotta be this foolish

Know thyself, I know that I know nothing at all

So when I step to the mic there ain’t no fronting involved

You ain’t gonna solve nothing 'til you solve yourself, bruh

That goes way way way beyond self-love

I’m talking integrating shadow, overcoming limitation

Reading some philosophy, practicing thoughtful contemplation

Or mayb I’m wrong and you should YOLO bro

But YOLO won’t help you when Bachan gets cancr

YOLO won’t help when grandpa in the hospital

And drugs he’s on have got him all fired up and hostile

YOLO won’t help when Uncle Claude almost dies surfing

Or when mom’s car wrecks and she needs surgery

YOLO

Death is coming soon I can hear him creeping up on me

I’m prepared to pay the fee, I require nothing free

Done wasting my time with debaters talking right and wrong

If you up I ain’t concerned cause I know the tide’ll fall

That line was addressed to my self

These songs are therapy, call it requisite help

My friends hold me up, thanks for letting me belt

I’m holding nothing back, so every effort is felt

YOLO