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grand tapestry - atma lyrics

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come from the center of the chest to bless the world
heartbeat battling to make the bed or curl up
consequence to never dance is this you’ve gotta move the spirit to get people to near it, i fear it not
never been afraid, the personality is brave
you can never catch up with me or put me in a cave
i will never be the one to bury in the grave
put in a rocket ship and put me into sp-ce
music is the way to god
i would like to think i’m odd
heady like an ichabod
i’m a man i think a lot
many many many men
p-ss away in innocence
not really making any sense
but these are the main events
i will not run away
i can be anything
manifest pathways
walk along
make it rain

i’ve never been one to incorporate things that don’t mesh mother earth knows this
no closed fist business in my family vicinity, i keep it in focus
trinity, divinity, eliminating always
all tasteless hatreds vacate
no resentment in the tenements of the soul cavity i carry out from the bas-m-nt
experimental, external, infernal, internal, minerals enter through eargraph
fear-mongering wondering parasites drown in the sound, wash up on the sh0r-line
your mind, my mind, one sh0r-line, one poor line reaching to the heavens up
universal valentine, one heart, one love, one tongue, one intellect’s insight
god is the god body with the god hand reaching out like the godfather with the broadband
all time sp-ce, all land, all mankind, all landlines ringing at the same pitch
digging in the same ditch while we cling to our pain pictures and remain sick
tainted, paint this on the walls of the brain cells that you got left after taxation
anxiety a chemical abrasion
this melody the enemy of all cavemen dwelling in the dark we dispelling on the back of the art
this art will attract light, like breath to a bagpipe, battery to a maglite
buckle down hold tight
ride of a lifetime, line after line, rhyme after rhyme, signed off
the time is now upon us, not a p-wn or a polyp, we the kings and the callers, we the queens and the ballers, we done swing played and hollers, in my direction with solace, meditative and hollow, filled with universe prana



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