No Permission Needed

So why does it feel like I need permission
Just to be me, to fulfill my own mission?
Who needs permission to finally live free,
To sit on the porch and just let the self be?
We breaking the chains, we changing the view
Stepping out the shadow into something brand new.

You complain that I don't ever talk about my feelings
Like I'm hiding all the damage underneath the ceilings
But when I do open up, you turn around and say it's just an excuse
Twisting up my words till the connection comes loose
So I step into the yard, leave the argument behind
No use in trading static when I'm tuning up my mind
A quick snap out of the bong to keep my frequency bubbling higher
Kindling the embers of the lower cauldron fire
Makes the world seem a little bit brighter to the sight
As the open blinds filter in the midday light.

The old notebooks are sitting dusty on the shelf
Full of heavy scripts where I used to hide my true self
I used to cultivate the winter, thought the fog was my friend
But I'm stepping out the shadow where the old tracks end
Flipping through the pages from a week ago tonight
Taking all the bitter ink and turning it to light
The warehouse floor is heavy, but my spirit is unpinned
Like the scent of blue lotus floating easy on the wind
No longer deep sea diving in the valleys of depression
Just a giant sentinel learning how to count a blessing.

Every step across the floorboards is a steady, solid pace
With a permanent, organic smile locked onto my face
The brain is hardwired for the old ruts and the dross
But every single session is erasing all the loss
Let the neighbors watch the house jump, let the music bump loud
We don't look down at the peat, we just floating on a cloud
Earth energy rising through the soles of my boots
While the clear skies of heaven pour directly to the roots
The intermission's over but the flow state is awake
And I'm keeping every single bit of peace that I can take.

No permission needed...
Just an intermission from the noise.
Keep the frequency bubbling high.
Let the house rest.
Yeah, we good.
(Fade out on a single, echoing chord)

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Start off the day half lotus in the shower Letting the water wash away the heavy hour Sitting still until the water current goes cold And that internal nameless light gently unfolds See, weed wasn't an escape, it was an intermission A quiet space to pause my fear and let me hear my intuition No more running from the static or the heavy design Just clearing out the blockages to realign the spine Letting Earth rise up while Heaven pours straight down Finding my own peace without a kingdom or a crown. So why does it feel like I need permission Just to be me, to fulfill my own mission? Who needs permission to finally live free, To sit on the porch and just let the self be? We breaking the chains, we changing the view Stepping out the shadow into something brand new. You complain that I don't ever talk about my feelings Like I'm hiding all the damage underneath the ceilings But when I do open up, you turn around and say it's just an excuse Twisting up my words till the connection comes loose So I step into the yard, leave the argument behind No use in trading static when I'm tuning up my mind A quick snap out of the bong to keep my frequency bubbling higher Kindling the embers of the lower cauldron fire Makes the world seem a little bit brighter to the sight As the open blinds filter in the midday light. So why does it feel like I need permission Just to be me, to fulfill my own mission? Who needs permission to finally live free, To sit on the porch and just let the self be? We breaking the chains, we changing the view Stepping out the shadow into something brand new. The old notebooks are sitting dusty on the shelf Full of heavy scripts where I used to hide my true self I used to cultivate the winter, thought the fog was my friend But I'm stepping out the shadow where the old tracks end Flipping through the pages from a week ago tonight Taking all the bitter ink and turning it to light The warehouse floor is heavy, but my spirit is unpinned Like the scent of blue lotus floating easy on the wind No longer deep sea diving in the valleys of depression Just a giant sentinel learning how to count a blessing. Every step across the floorboards is a steady, solid pace With a permanent, organic smile locked onto my face The brain is hardwired for the old ruts and the dross But every single session is erasing all the loss Let the neighbors watch the house jump, let the music bump loud We don't look down at the peat, we just floating on a cloud Earth energy rising through the soles of my boots While the clear skies of heaven pour directly to the roots The intermission's over but the flow state is awake And I'm keeping every single bit of peace that I can take. No permission needed... Just an intermission from the noise. Keep the frequency bubbling high. Let the house rest. Yeah, we good. (Fade out on a single, echoing chord)

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