I can swing through when I’m chillin in the midst
hater passin by, give a shit bout no lip
Thinking bout da sky, and the clouds, and the sun and the gods
A feeling I could never just disregard 
Shame for da prophets they made it seem like fraud
fame for da flame make it seem like I can glide
People angry to see that a kid must feel alive 
But I’m pained to see the world struggle to survive
Greenery staying with me
My feet so close to the earth, my toes growing algae
Harder than a nalgene
I go harder when Im rowdy
Damn so outstanding
Looks like you found me
The intermember of the mountain top clan
I rub my face with some sand
Never really cared if you kids understand

I can swing through when I’m chilling in the midst
sit back relax this shit is so ancient
So many years so many people doin the same shit
all about the inner peace inner pride you lay with
Find your own riches, leave your own traces
Oh why you do that? Man its creative. 
Artists wer’nt ever really meant to be lame n shit
Now while you play your skit, I will delay my trip

Im blasting to the moon with some fucking angeles
Feeling way too good, never worried how I should
Man I keep the flowing air, never one to label
Astraunat-hypeman probably cooking bagels
Monoman hypnotize you like a cradle
If you have a problem, well its not cause you not able
In fact let me blast off, pull the gas off, 
this ship fell out yo mental, Outer space bra
But bravo, you did it 
Dunked your head in the water, you wit it.
Yeah you must feel like a survivor, no shit.
metapocylpse chasing you down
but you not persuaded to frown 
swinging, chillin listenening to sounds round round

I can swing through when I’m chillin in the midst
Glidin through the trees off the leaves never missed
Crouched on a vine when I see i might tip
Im a monkey inclined to achieve, not piss

I can swing through when I’m chillin in the midst
I can swing through when I’m chillin in the midst
I can swing too when Im chilling with a miss
Crouched on a vine when I see i might tip


I can swing through when IM chill in in the midst
Hairy Big man, IM bigfoot-elusive
Walking through the jungle, Im evidence for Lunatics
Walking my incline, just to find I’m amusing
Listenin to beats in my mind, 
No sight of the future or past, 
Always in the moment, I ask to find
Beautiful trees to climb
Maybe some laughs to have while I’m here  blasting on my fast grind
And if you ever thought that these words would be different
Its a way of thinking now you just been glistened
Satellites sending you thoughts, living by the lies, now you see your own robot 
cut the ties
Find the one harmony combined, with a hit of sense to decline
from any knots you might tie, to get really lost in high tide
prevent any loss from your mind


midst.

UBC grad  Vancouver> ATX
Instagram: robertomack
Røß∑®† M∆çK
Bruit Noir Équipage

Check me out on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4mwdFnZcLpK95vkFNWnSDv?si=0a91Ysk0TB67vlLdmfccmw

midst.

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