>Travel like a king
>Listen to the inner voice
>A higher wisdom is at work for you
>Conqering the stumbling blocks come easier
>When the conqueror is in tune with the infinite
>Every ending is a new beginning
>Life is an endless unfoldment
>Change your mind, and you change your relation to time
>
>You can find the answer
>The solution lies within the problem
>The answer is in every question
>Dig it?
>An attitude is all you need to rise and walk away
>Inspire yourself
>Your life is yours
>It fits you like your skin
>
>The oak sleeps in the acorn
>The giant sequoia tree sleeps in its tiny seed
>The bird waits in the egg
>God waits for his unfoldment in man
>Fly on, children
>Play on
>
>You gravitate to that which you secretly love most
>You meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts
>There is no chance, coincidence or accident
>In a world ruled by law and divine order
>You rise as high as your dominant aspiration
>You descend to the level of your lowest concept of your self
>Free your mind and your ass will follow
>
>The infinite intelligence within you knows the answers
>Its nature is to respond to your thoughts
>Be careful of the thought-seeds you plant in the garden of
>your mind
>For seeds grow after their kind
>
>Play on, children
>
>Every thought felt as true
>Or allowed to be accepted as true by your conscious mind
>Take roots in your subconscious
>Blossoms sooner or later into an act
>And bears its own fruit
>Good thoughts bring forth good fruit
>Bullshit thoughts rot your meat
>Think right, and you can fly
>The kingdom of heaven is within
>Free your mind, and your ass will follow
>
>Play on, children
>Sing on, lady
>
>Yeah
>
>
>thread over, nigga. grab your ball and go home.

i actually love that song but it just a bunch of dudes out they mind on acid rambling

i mean could u compare it to something like this:

It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

Ah you hate to watch another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
and suddenly you feel a littlt older

You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.


And leaning on your window sill ...

I told you when I came I was a stranger.