Zen & The Art of Rhyming

(Verse 1)
I don’t speak, yet the truth stay echoin’ loud,
Clouds move with no mind, still cover the ground.
What’s the self? Who am I? Don’t ask, just know,
Like a flame with no wick, I just burn, I just glow.
The pupil asked, "Master, what’s the key to the path?"
He just laughed, drew a line in the sand, then passed.
No doors, no walls, no chains, no locks,
Freedom ain't somethin’ that you chase—it just drops.
(Hook)
What’s the weight of a thought when it drifts like mist?
If the hand lets go, does the blade still twist?
No steps on the road, yet I still arrive,
No words in the book, yet the truth survives.
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(Verse 2)
The more you chase, the more it retreats,
A king with no crown still reigns on the beat.
I speak no words, yet the message is deep,
Like the ox never lost but you search in the streets.
Meditate on the breaks, let the bass vibrate,
No-self in the verse but the rhymes dictate.
You walk through the door when the door ain’t there,
You found your true self when you stopped tryna care.
(Hook)
What’s the weight of a thought when it drifts like mist?
If the hand lets go, does the blade still twist?
No steps on the road, yet I still arrive,
No words in the book, yet the truth survives.
(Outro)
No path, no end—just the breath, just now,
The wave never wonders how to merge with the Tao.
The sparrow don’t study how to glide through air,
The lesson ain’t taught, it’s just felt when aware.
Master said, "Drop it," I asked, "Drop what?"
He just stared at the moon, and my mind went cut.
No jewels, no crown, just a weightless throne,
When you seek no truth, every truth is shown.

Japanese folk, hip hop, relaxing, water flowing, deep bass, asian influence