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the skies accessible
pot of gold treasures will come
oyster perpetual
peripherial vison and uh
walking on water
the underworld living
is nothing
its impossible to quit
till the missions is done
my medi- sun
is energy
coming from the sun
from 0 to 1
my ritual is with the tongue
to the ancestral
realms with the mental
scorscherer
they ask who sent u
nag champa scent woo
candles
incense to
just
connect
through offering
they
collect
manfest too
help protect you
your
tree of life
is special
like chess moves
some spirits wana
possess you
im possessed
but the superior ITY
that could supress you
no minority
cosmic authority
and thats truth
galactic ties is
magic in a fools eyes
i broke out my old ways
and got new ties
in the darkness
i could hit the bulleyes
its bullshit
if they aint telling u times
this type of wisdom
only a few can find
i got a long way to go
to free my mind
im so incline with the peace of life
i must get to climb
for my light that shine
the medi cine
perscrip tion