Lyssa True Poet - Searchin' Lyrics

Ask me what I want in life a Kit Kat
Break me off a lil peace imagine that
No limits no caps true freedom you know I need it
These rhymes therapeutic call it Posturepedic
Your vision be black and white 'till I come through and color scheme it
I'm searching for higher meanings that's deep seeded
I've seen all from belligerent to ignorant
Burnt images in my memories staying lit
Guide my future path in hopes I find what I'm searching for
Support your love ones and then watch them grow
Never ask for what you unwilling to give
If you willing to die why you ain't willing to live
Since I'm willing to live there some habits that I gotta break
Relationships I gotta sever time for me to concentrate
I'm trying to dream while I'm still awake
Microphone in hand souls I penetrate
Give hope to the spirits of dreamers who've given up
When you lose hope it's hard getting back up
But it's doable, God's favorite Angel was recruit-able
So I know it must feel un pursueable
Out of reach like the galaxy
But them negative thoughts are only fallacies
I'm up early in the A.M. writing songs just to water my future
If you up doing something similar
I salute ya propaganda pollute ya
Get that fog out your eyes
Surprise the search is in you
The search is in you you still alive

Ask me what I want in life a Kit Kat
Break me off a lil peace imagine that
No limits no caps true freedom you know I need it
These rhymes therapeutic call it Posturepedic
Your vision be black and white 'till I come through and color scheme it
I'm searching for higher meanings that's deep seeded
I've seen all from belligerent to ignorant
Burnt images in my memories staying lit
Guide my future path in hopes I find what I'm searching for
Support your love ones and then watch them grow
Never ask for what you unwilling to give
If you willing to die why you ain't willing to live
Since I'm willing to live there some habits that I gotta break
Relationships I gotta sever time for me to concentrate
I'm trying to dream while I'm still awake
Microphone in hand souls I penetrate
Give hope to the spirits of dreamers who've given up
When you lose hope it's hard getting back up
But it's doable, God's favorite Angel was recruit-able
So I know it must feel un pursueable
Out of reach like the galaxy
But them negative thoughts are only fallacies
I'm up early in the A.M. writing songs just to water my future
If you up doing something similar
I salute ya propaganda pollute ya
Get that fog out your eyes
Surprise the search is in you
The search is in you you still alive