[Intro] Closed eyes. Open signal. Whole room still— but something in me moving. Like the blood remember what the mind forgot. [Verse 1] Shrooms got the walls breathing, meditation got me still Mind quit talking for a minute, now the silence got a will Sitting cross-legged, spine straight, trying to tune into the field Funny how you close your eyes and start seeing what was concealed Ancestors in the static, I can feel ’em in the frequency Not voices in the room, more like memories speaking through me Bloodline got a bandwidth, generations in the signal Every scar became a symbol, every symbol turned to scripture I’m not chasing hallucinations, I’m observing what they trigger Why this grief feel older than me? Why this courage feel bigger? Why I dream places I ain’t been, faces I don’t recognize? Maybe memory ain’t a picture, maybe blood got other files Meditate until the ego start loosening the lock Shrooms turn the volume down, now the heartbeat sound like knocks Three knocks in the temple, third eye playing doorman Whole family tree underground, but the roots still got a program I can feel the old survival sitting somewhere in my posture Every breath another archive, every inhale open folders They told me history was behind me— that’s a limited description ’Cause sometimes what came before you still be living in your intuition. [Hook] I went inward, came back ancient Closed my eyes, changed the station Bloodline speaking through the silence Meditation, navigation Roots got Wi-Fi, soul got passwords Dreams downloading what the past stored I ain’t looking for a new me— I’m remembering who I was for Way before the name Way before the chains Way before they changed the story I went looking through my mind And found generations waiting for me. [Verse 2] Mushroom cap like graduation, I been studying the spirit Not consuming just to escape—if it surface, I gotta hear it Every fear came with a face, every wound came with a lineage Some trauma got inherited, some strength came in the package So I sit with both. That’s balance. Can’t claim the crown and dodge the damage Can’t ask ancestors for power, then ignore what they were handed Maybe strength ain’t supernatural, maybe knowing makes it sacred Maybe information travels every time a pattern gets translated Through a story, through a gesture Through a rhythm, through genetics Through the way your mother held you Through the warnings embedded That’s ancestral data Not a server, still connected Family cloud with no subscription Whole lineage got protected And the deeper that I breathe The less I feel like I’m alone Like my body is a house And generations built the home Every cell another tenant Every heartbeat paying rent Every lesson that survived them Got deposited in flesh So when the visuals start bending I don’t worship what I see I ask what part of my own mind Put that image there for me That’s the difference— I don’t need the trip to tell me I’m divine I use the quiet like a mirror Let the bloodline read the signs Then come back with something useful More grounded than before If the ancestors gave me anything— It was a reason to build more. [Hook] I went inward, came back ancient Closed my eyes, changed the station Bloodline speaking through the silence Meditation, navigation Roots got Wi-Fi, soul got passwords Dreams downloading what the past stored I ain’t looking for a new me— I’m remembering who I was for Way before the name Way before the chains Way before they changed the story I went looking through my mind And found generations waiting for me. [Outro] Maybe they never left. Maybe we just got too loud to hear them. Maybe meditation ain’t calling them in— Maybe it’s finally turning everything else down.
