What Profits A Man Sunz of Man

[Intro]
Uh
You  know the journey
Through  the woods, it's all good
Uh, uh-uh-uh, la-la
Female trees in the forest, haha

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Frankincense  and murr, the ancient prince of words
The  color of wind, the sky flys with wingless birds
The seasons changin' rapidly, behold the sanity
Trapped  humanity, mechanically with fake gravity
Grabbin' me down the cavity where the savage be
Speak blasphemy, I teach magically
Priest Maccabee, the planet freeze to splash into a seed
Inhabit  freed, grasp what I see, chapters I read
Plus the arts I ching, Master Tiachi
My chakra charts the last of my breed
Slowin' my heart the faster I breathe
Then slowin' my breath to match my heart speed
The spine in my skull look like broccoli
Why die walkin' forest? It turn to the trees
Durin' harvest, return to a seed into a garden
Hear my voice in the breeze
And when the tree trunks storm together
See the monk meditate on a feather