Find Yo Peace

See, most folks walking around here asleep with their eyes wide open,

Buying into every single lie the matrix is serving up on a silver platter.

They got you running on a hamster wheel,

Working forty hours a week just to buy some shoes you don't even like.

That ain't living, that’s just high-speed waiting to die!

True wisdom ain’t hiding in some expensive book written by a dead guy in a toga.

It’s right there in front of your face,

If you’d take the cotton out of your ears and pay attention.

The whole universe is inside of you,

And you out here acting like a broke bum begging for crumbs.

Wake your ass up!

The truth ain't quiet, it’s loud as hell!

You built like a king, stop acting like a hotel clerk!

Wake your ass up!

Stop letting these clowns rent space in your head rent-free!

Man, let me tell you about reality.

People love to talk about enlightenment like it’s some secret society with a secret handshake.

Brother, please!

Enlightenment just means you finally figured out that the game is rigged,

And you stopped playing by rules written by people who want you broke.

They want you distracted.

They give you shiny objects,

They give you gossip,

They give you twenty-four-hour news telling you the sky is falling every five minutes.

Meanwhile, your soul is starving.

You looking for God?

God ain't lost, player!

You the one wandering around in the dark playing hide-and-seek with your own greatness.

Wake your ass up!

The truth ain't quiet, it’s loud as hell!

You built like a king, stop acting like a hotel clerk!

Wake your ass up!

Stop letting these clowns rent space in your head rent-free!

Look at nature.

Even the trees know how to mind their business and grow.

You ever seen a tree worried about what another tree is doing?

Hell nah!

The oak tree don’t look at the palm tree and say, "Oh, I wish I was wearing shorts."

No, it just stands tall and does its job.

You out here comparing your chapter one to somebody else’s chapter twenty,

Wondering why you ain't winning the race.

You ain't even on the right track!

You running backwards on an escalator!

So here’s the game plan, pimp.

Drop the baggage.

Stop carrying everybody else’s problems like you some kind of emotional garbage truck.

You ain't responsible for fixing every fool you meet.

Protect your peace like it’s a million dollars in cash,

Because to the universe, it is.

You are the author, you are the director, you are the main attraction.

Stop treating your life like an extra in somebody else’s movie.

Get your mind right,

Get your spirit tight,

And stop letting these jokers play with your joy.

That’s it.

Show's over.

Go home.

Or better yet, go find yourself.

Peace!