Inner Profits

Made with Suno [Intro] [record scratch, vinyl crackle] [upright bass enters with jazz piano chords] Check it out now. Yeah. Uh-huh. Peace to the nine-to-fives, the clock punchers, the dream chasers. Sometimes you gotta step back to move forward. Yeah. Knowledge of self is knowing when to rest the shelf. Check it. [Verse 1] [boom bap drum break enters] The alarm clock chirped but I ain't answering the call Today the corporate ladder's looking way too tall to crawl I'm talking liberation, no commute, no congestion Just me and the creator asking life a better question That how much for a soul is how much for a smile I'm trading in the dress shoes for the sneakers' versatile The sun is peeking through the blinds, a golden invitation To celebrate the spirit without the work week frustration I'm breathing deep like the bass in a Tribe track Whatever stress they giving, yo, I'm giving it right back With a no thank you, not today, I'm out the office Collecting mental interest, stacking up the inner profits Today off, way off the wheel of the grind A little peace for the spirit, little space for the mind From the cubicle walls to the park and the breeze I'm planting seeds of serenity, I'm living at ease (yeah) It's a sabbatical, a radical shift Just being present in the moment is the ultimate gift [Chorus] [flute riff enters] Yeah, yeah, yeah Walking down the block, see the neighbors in a rush While I'm vibing to the silence, listening to the hush Of the world without a deadline, the earth without a memo My life is the master tape, no longer just the demo [Verse 2] I stop at the bodega, get a tea and some fruit Reflecting on the hustle and the essence of the root We work to live, we don't live to work, remember the lesson Using twenty-four hours just to count every blessing Maybe catch a museum, see the art on the wall Or sit on a bench and do absolutely nothing at all 'Cause productivity's a trap if you're losing your essence The greatest work I'm doing is just feeling my presence It's the rhythm of the heart, not the rhythm of the clock It's the wisdom of the star, not the logic of the lock Break the chains of the desk, let the imagination fly You can't reach for the stars if you never see the sky [Outro] [drums fade out, piano and bass continue] So if you're feeling the pressure, the weight on your chest Consider this a mandate, you deserve to be blessed With a moment of quiet, a day of your own Turn the ringer on silent, leave the laptop alone The world's gonna spin whether you're there or you're not But your peace is the only thing that's truly your lot So I'm soaking up the rays 'til the moon starts to rise With a clear set of lungs and some light in my eyes Back to the grind tomorrow, yeah, maybe we'll see But for now I'm just happy, I'm just being me [record scratch] Check it out now.