Prayer for All Sentient Beings
[Hook]
If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your claws to the galaxy
Surrender to the mystery, release your maladies

If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your hooves to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your flaws to the galaxy
Surrender to the mystery, actually do that actually

[Verse 1]
An open Macbook glows in a dark basement
"Be the glitch that you want to see in the matrix"
Some dude once tweeted that and I liked the meme
So I'll propagate it onward while munching a mangosteen
A cute kid who tries angles like isosceles
You other squares are obtuse, Euclidean geometry
Your pastor's homily can't tell you what existence means
That, you've got to determine alone, it's tragicomedy
But chill, man, actually, that's, like, an opportunity
I think it was Nabokov who said "Create your own reality!"
So I bought real estate in an imaginary meadow
Built a fun love-castle and said fuck you to Gipetto
Now I use silly non sequitur raps that make people laugh
To propel myself to lands unsullied by man's language traps
You can't vanquish that even if you smite my physical frame
Because I'm everything at once like long-haired mystics explain
In various texts that you haven't read because you discount
The obscure in favor of cutting coupons for Walmart discounts
And that's cool, do your thing while I contemplate this wall art
I think it's saying something about how we cherish tall, smart
Handsome, straight, famous, white, males more than other humans
Everyone is equally beautiful and equally stupid
I watch Home Improvement to consider its targeted demographic
Then chuck my television over the edge of the Grand Canyon
Then climb down and clean it up because "fuck littering"
For me plastic bottles on sea shores tend to be embittering
[Hook]
If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your hooves to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your flippers to the galaxy
Surrender to the mystery, release your maladies

If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your feelers to the galaxy
If you're sentient raise your claws to the galaxy
Surrender to the mystery, actually do that actually

[Verse 2]
Stare into the void until the void stares into me
It's all one burrito, man, I'm young Tat Tvam Asi
Listening to KOOL A.D. and reading Murakami
Might transport me to dreamscapes complete with purest swamis
"I'm here with Gandhi, what do you have to say to the human race?"
"The next time you feel violent just put on a De La Soul tape
And smoke some Bob Hope, that will make your soul great."
Really you can transmute frustration into poems or pottery
Type of dude to do some baffling shit if he won the lottery
Probably create an alternative educational institution
Then build a sustainable off-grid home to join that movement
Donate to the Gates Foundation and inner city art programs
Give the rest to the World Wildlife Fund and keep making rap jams
Frankly I don't condone delaying that which makes soul glow
Because projected ideal futures are illusions like the Truman Show
Some humans know things that they can't articulate
And some hobos are far wiser than those who matriculate