Breath (Prana/$pirit) - Bishop Nehru

Stuck in my spirit, trying to find endearment

Nowhere near it, but I know I’m here to feel it

So I never let fear get in as a clear threat

I just make my music and use it to heal breath

Breath is the spirit, you should try breathing

I do mine with (puff) and not just on the weekends

Sometimes I feel like I’m going in the deep end

Then I’m deep in, no need to depend

Cause even the pen descends for a second

Teaching me to lead and not to be second

To my own low thoughts leveling

I just want to meddle in

Not one for being the most medaling kid

I’m sick of it and thinking big

Trying to keep the game from getting rigged

Cause my eyesight of the real is thinner than a twig

Puts the scent in the wig, all aligned with energy

From a pyramid in the grid

I hear free-spirited is always best

So I invest in rest and focus on breath

Cause breath is the spirit

Cause without it there’s death

Then the spirit just exits

And moves on separate

A cherisher of breath

Ever since an asthma attack in the past

Had me a gasping mess

Felt like I was addressing death

But fortunately I wasn’t next

And they told me hold it, inhale it, depress

I did it excessive and got high off that

Just some nerds third grade just (puff) it in the back

After recess actually, in gym too if I had to breathe then I’d leave

Dizzy in the hall trippy Albuterol all in me

Still no sips can befriend me

To get their Henny, I still ain’t have it in me

Not an enemy but I’ll leave its entry, cup empty

But they think I’m drunk off of plenty

80 A’s, D placed in this tin

And a HD screen still plays me big

The tips are believing like Biebs was singing