Kurt delivers a divine discourse through acappella rhyme, conveying to the audience that they are powerful, reminding them of their essence.
Lyrics
You might have seen me burn a stage, ruptured with earthquakes
But you never saw when I put first feather to first page
Thousands of hours going unshowered fighting with a pen
Writing, rewriting, editing, and writing again
Creating complex metaphors with such force
Well-articulated thoughts given physical form
Imbibing forgotten mystical shamanic medicines
Performing sacred rituals to show the proper reverence
I spent time analysing logical and philosophical premises
How to develop prosperity, how to avoid pestilence
Studying holy texts that are so complex
They made my brain flip my solar plexus and soul flex
Alongside entrepreneurial biographies to get a clear view
Of how to integrate the spiritual and the material
So when you hear me spit it’s not just any rhymes
It’s a perspective of a man who has lived many lives
Who has dug deep into the spirit to autodidactically verify
Peeled back layers of onions to find what it said inside
I’ve jotted mountains of lyrics of found-within-ness
That condense the epiphanies of powerful visions
It takes a scholar to make the division between my witticisms
My pseudo-intellectualism and my wisdom
In past lives I ate fools whole and chewed bones
Barefoot face of the sun, walked through snow
Killed men and raised dead for a cool show
Wrapped space around time in a cute bow
I outlived universes’ entropy till it grew cold
Waited through the heat death till they anew growed
All the skills from my past selves, all of my cast spells
But nothing compares to the power to move a human soul
God’s fingers touched my lips so let me speak
For I come from beyond time with a message of peace
These things I know heaven is high, hell is deep
And nothing will fill your heart like service to your fellow being
So what lies within your heart tell me please
Tell me what you hide inside that’s seldom seen
Suffering makes you live, you bled, you breathe
Embrace your divine nature and set yourself free
You’ve been blessed with will and pure intellect
A chance to love yourself or ignore and neglect
The need to decide your own meaning of life
Within your forty more breaths divorced from death
You can be Me easily reborn in the flesh
With an earth with soil so well-formed and fresh
So I humbly present you a choice with all respect
These are yours to wreck or yours to protect
You were born with a divine melody, a holy tune
Singing the sweetest song a soul consumes
Look into the eyes of a child and you’ll know it’s true
Your earthly brethren have such high hopes for you
Life can be like a hall of mirrors
We get obsessed with the surface like a sort of sickness
Take a look – what’s behind all those visions
Pure space, the space to transform into brilliance
All those millions of possibilities the universe spins through
You came from nothing, so you’ve got no more to lose
Everything that’s within me is within you
So please stand up, and do what you were born to do
