Lend your ears, lend your hands, Lend your movement,anything you can. Come to teach, come to be taught. Come in the likeness in the image of God. Cause, you can be like that. With all that humbleness, and all that respect.
All of the power invested in me, be it hard to love my enemies. All of the black bags over the heads of the dead and dying.
The more I understand about the human race, the less I comprehend about our purpose and place and maybe if there was a clearer line the curiosity would satisfy.
Time based prophecies that kept me from living, in the moment I am struggling to trust the divinity of all the gods and what the hell they have planned for us.
I cry for the creatures who get left behind but everything will change in a blink of an eye and if you wish to survive, you will find the guide inside.
I go back and forth every single day, the clarity that comes to me in a choppy way, as the feelings and the places and the seasons change, the galaxies remain.
Energy fields cone the body in space. The angels that are coming from a spiritual waste. The hate that gets me distant from my spiritual pace. Ten fold the manna when the planets are in place, in polar alignment.We’re on assignment.Bodies on consignment. Return them to the circus.
And what is the purpose?What is the purpose and would you believe it?Would you believe it if you knew what you were for and how you became so informed?
Bodies of info performing such miracles.I am a miracle made up of particles and in this existence, I’ll stay persistent, and I’ll make a difference and I will have lived it.
Each day that I wake,I will praise, I will praise. Each day that I wake,I give thanks, I give thanks. Each day that I wake,I will praise, I will praise. Each day that I wake,I give thanks, I give thanks.
And the day that I don’t wake up and transcend the holy make-up,I am capable, I am powerful. And the day that I don’t wake up and transcend the holy makeup, I am on my way to a different place….
Whether you follow or whether you lead All mysterious ways of nature and I’m into it. Changing management.
And there are various ways to conquer this monotonous metropolis, my stubbornness is bottomless, my fearlessness is talking shit and I’m wide awake and I’m taking names.
Do you speak to me like you speak to God? All of the love and understanding between the father and the son? Do you believe in the perfectness of where you are? These are my people, these are my children, this is the land that I would fight for.
My solidarity is telling me to patiently be moving the musical medicine around the planet in a hurry, Cuz there’s no time to waste. Got to wake up the people time to stand up and say,we know what we are for and how we became so informed.Bodies of info, performing such miracles. I am a miracle, made up of particles and in this existence, I’ll stay persistent and I’ll make a difference and I will have lived it…
And the day that I don’t wake up and transcend the holy make-up, I am capable, Hm that’s right, I am powerful. And the day that I don’t wake up and transcend the holy make up, I am on my way to a different place!
Medicine for the People