First track. Written at age 18. Recorded at age 19.

All we gotta do is ask and believe to receive, do you feel the energy?
I hope you dive deep, I sleep in the sea, 
The spark in my soul will indeed increase when kissed with a breeze,
These lungs permeated with trees, it's ironic the smoke helps me breath,
My heart's filled with flowers, my mind with bi-polar bees,
I aim to complete the challenge of the 47 balance thank you King Capital Steez,
Not just rapping, I'm conversing with the beat,
A thanks for my feet that have brought me through the streets of the deep pain,
From that I've gained wisdom, sun comes after rain, 
Now watch how I hit them,
Listen, feel the feeling of the most beautiful children,
Singing, skipping  and swinging on vines through the jungles of this earth with the forest critters,
Don't get it twisted, I could have your life flipped in an instant,
Trust your instincts, listen to your intuition,
Envision and feel the feeling of yourself at the end of your mission,
There's no missing giving gifts to the misfits, or love to the stiff lids,
Lifted or the prison, it's their decision, they don't need permission, all exists within them, you're not just your mind,

This pencil's soul, is surfing on this page as it waves back to the clay being engraved, on the surface of it's place, with a purpose to create, escape,
The wordless with the ability to speak,
The agility of the tweet of the bird above the tree with it's feet that tickle the creek, an epiphany of divinity in the stream, current of life,
I'm not afraid of death, it doesn't exist, I am death, I don't exist, I am dead, irony in the twist, duality in the midst of switching the mist,
Fix the crystal elix, wizard eating shrooms burping tunes, swish with the flick of a wrist,
Open the doors of the tombs, carrying the sword from the womb, alchemist with a gold sealed wound.

Christian Charron