Tekstovi: The Roots. Peace.

[Black Thought]
Peaceful minds.. in a land of war
Seek peace of mind, through mental peacefulness
Peacefulness, peacefulness, peace-ful-ness
is in the mind of the beholder
Behold, my mental piece
could shatter your peace, to pieces
Pieces and portions of rhythmic distortion relax me
The echos reverb and feedback of reality disturb my peace
forcing me to retreat, to the below beneath
Down a step and a step and a step and a step
and a step beyond
to a level of my own
private, mystic, ritualistic, culturalistic sanity
Yet some say that I am insane
Is that not ironic? My soul not sonic
as I flow through the tonic, of life I find
that the strife behind, that pushes and pulls
and pulls and pushes me
into all of the bullshit that I experience from day to day
is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle
to find.. the broken pieces of the sign
that combine, to form the crooked line
that we call.. peace y'all