Oh, oh, I knew that!

There are so many weighs to tell if YOU the fuck are ass-leep.
Explored and batim'd, have many I've posted.
None that speaks more you, inept depth of perception.
Are these you now read.
As many times it takes.
For you to know your song.
You listen, over and over.
Till the words, you make.
Be your own.
Had you been wide awake.
Would've known it all along.

Wake up to clarity.
Where you finally wake up.
Between who your are.
And where you really should've been.

I LOVE YOU ALL
Wake up.
Go to your dreams.
Never to scheme.
JUST BE.

Then, you are.
Experienced

Everybody knows that.
They're conditionally fuck'd with restraint.

Let you hair down.
If your bald, smile.
And keep a beat.