Returning from the water cold alive and shining. Rock a mic in the afterlife while your moon is rising. Heatin’ up forcing steam whirling to be seen. The dark held stars are the frost of my breathing. Swimming through the darkness I’m a ghostly shark. Developing like a photograph slowly in the dark. The hearafter the action the main attraction. One love in all of this that I’m going after. Now there’s fire inside but black space surrounds you. You think ’where oh where am i’. But even your light continues. See through us see a soul we have not yet. Learned to harness see the next world inside it. We are the people of skin who left water. Inside the dark womb inside of our mother. Prone to the beat and vibe of our tribe. We catch the drift and ride moving tides. Out from a love that will keep on burning. Now see yourself to the next world returning. This life an old place we face to live again. What is it to understand the heareafter