The Cure - KnowMads

KNOWMADS — THE CURE

Cause every time i dream

None of that is true

But every time i dream seems i always think of you

I can only see it from the darkest point of view

I wake up in the morning now it starts to become true

And theres nothing i can do to keep from coming back to you

My cure is the flower that blossoms my thoughts in the process this

Rock at the bottom when im lost in my conscious the progress with

Friends and the family and grow through the knowledge we hold and

Expose to whose close

The convos my mom had when i chose, dedicating my life to every fan

At our shows

Im happy with the mic and packed bags on the road

Shorty passing the pipe and hash wax on the stove

My liver runs deep heart blood stream busting at the seam

I was asking for the scalpel making cuts so i can breath

But its hard to find oxygen when your on an oxy binge and self esteem

And confidence is all that you need

So im talking to this audience while im parting the seas

Even the gods feel my ambience and hardly believe in my stream of

Conciousness that overflows when i speak

As a cure for this disease giving strength to the weak

Using this music its therapeutic so through it i teach

My life’s about climbing this mountain not what i do at the peak

Three hundred bars 48 hours straight training day hard worker for that

Salary rate

Stop applying pressure trying to get my balance to break, you can’t tip

These scales im used to handling weight

Most days im out of danger but im trapped in a safe

So my hearts filled with anger til i hear that 8-o-8

No stranger to the madness

Anger and the sadness

My mind reflects the world like the pages of an atlas

Mapping out psychosis, rapping to snap out it

I realize that music is a necessary outlet

Passion is a rhyme, reacting to the signs

Remind myself daily il find happiness in time

Twisted feeling crazy like im wrapped inside these lines

Grasping on the mic feel like im tapping the divine

Laughing at myself for being selfish and alive

Possessions never help because all the wealth gets left behind

We know our spirits well but some from hell are deep inside

So when we reach the end theres nowhere else that we could hide

Look into my eyes, memories rewind

Disregard the energies of people i despise

Truth is the youth is attracted to the highs

Addicted to the thrills while were trapped inside our minds

My cure is the flower that blossoms my thoughts in the process this

Rock at the bottom when im lost in my conscious the progress with

Friends and the family can grow through the knowledge we hold and

Expose to whose close

The convos my mom had when i chose, dedicating my life to every fan

At our shows

Im happy with the mic and packed bags on the road, shorty passing

The pipe and hash wax on the stove

But every time i dream seems i always think of you

I can only see it from the darkest point of view

I wake up in the morning now it starts to become true

And theres nothing i can do to keep from coming back to you X2