Super Vision - Badi

Everybody gotta story to tell

The difference is some people really wanna tell it Sell it, and try to increase their self worth

Forgetting that it has not changed since birth

But we all gonna worry about status right

A never ending struggle cause we’re never satisfied

But I’ll be the first to strategize cause in order

For truth to catch on people need to see it work

I try to read between the lines and find balance

Look around, we all deal with the same challenge

And I can’t forfeit, I can’t afford it I gotta figure this out before I reach the chorus

I mean pardon me, but I find it hard to see

How this mentality first became a part of me This just isn’t workin' so I have to try something

But my mistake was trying, never triumphant

My powers going into every thing man-made

But what about the Divine source that made-man?

I got something that I can’t sell, can’t trade

Material wealth ain’t what makes you a made man

Man tends to focus on the task at hand

And has lost sight of the master plan

I asked my man, what do you wanna be And he replied alive, yo I opened my eyes

Transformation, making the most is difficult

When we all work for only change in the physical

Holding myself blowing myself out of proportion

Misplaced my portion from the ocean of His grace

CHORUS:

Super, is what He made me to be and

Vision, is what He gave me to see

Super, is what He made me to be and

Vision, is what He gave me to see

The Blessed Beauty remains there for me His Glory always present when I share stories

It manifests, cause what I gained overseas

Was a spirit, that just took a hold of me See I was told to be free, let my mind clear

Now I have a better idea, of who I will grow to be And I guarantee that you will notice me Even though you might not even know it’s me I know that God gave each a purpose

But we all gotta search way beneath the surface

To find it, like trying to unearth a diamond

That always appears with the most perfect timing

My shortcomings I can’t let em show

So when it comes to my standards I tend to set em low

Leaving my potential boxed-up, stocked up Within me, in a corner, in a room, locked shut

I tell myself, this just can’t happen

I was raised not to jump on the bandwagon

Further from myself with every transaction

Being tested from thailand to manhattan

You tell me to stop when I have yet to start

Yet to leave my mark, what this thing called art

Too blinded, running around in the dark

I was stopped, and guided by my own counterpart

He set the example for me to do it He said you need some help, I can lead you through it Don’t need assistance then I’ll leave you to it The only thing I need is to see you do it CHORUS:

Super, is what He made me to be and

Vision, is what He gave me to see

Super, is what He made me to be and

Vision, is what He gave me to see