72 transformations

 Hey Buddha, tell me how can I survive?

Ever since I moved to this city, I feel like Tang Seng with 81 battles.
I go to the West, but all I see now is Kanye West.
Will I ever get the scriptures,
Or will I end up being eaten by those monsters?

Deep inside, there was no one by my side,
No Wukongs, no Sandies, no Pigsies, not even a white horse.
Just the pain and the dream I’ve been hiding and chasing since.
Poor countryside, I was walking under the moonlight,
Promise to myself I would let this shit go, no matter the cost.

Now that I’m opening up, will anyone ever listen?
Or has the silence been with me all along?
It doesn’t matter, 'cause I will survive,
There were too many battles, and I’m here still alive.

And what the hell are in the scriptures I’ve been chasing?
Wisdom, enlightenment, or a new way to see myself as complete?
The only battle I had to win was inside my brain—
Full of pride and arrogance.
Now I’m free from being under the mountain.
72 transformations later, now I’ve met a complete me.
Nothing can defeat me,
Not even death could deceive me.

Now that I’m opening up, will anyone ever listen?
Or has the silence been with me all along?
It doesn’t matter, 'cause I will survive,
There were too many battles, and I’m here still alive.