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killah priest - balance lyrics

[verse]
rest on the weekend
garden of eden
the [?] i’m breathing with oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen
leviathan rise from the sea while i absorb the sun’s vitamin, which is the light of men
libations to the divine
cave excavations, migrations of the nine
indwelling principles, my mother’s name is in the shrine
extended continents, flames around my mind
object of adoration, spiritual ascension
[?] through extension
the miracle of [kidman?]
the mirrors drew attеntion
imperial dimensions
we’rе grafted into the spiritual roots then fashioned into our physical suits
left the wild trees, strange fruit, the valleys rain produced, sugarcane juice
book of angels
near a brook, a volcano
the pillars shook and became loose, and out of the fog, came a moose
like the fairytale of mother goose, it spoke, and camouflaged within the smoke like a ghost
the hand of god grabbed my coat, then we float
the land of nod i awoke and i wrote on these tablets broken up in fragments
placed them in the bas+m+nt, put some in the attic
rolled them up in fabrics
took them to the labyrinth and the secret passage
reaching the weekend of the sabbath
the cave ground steepens then leaking with gases
maybe fatal and that man may be gabriel hovering over the baby’s cradle
helen [kova?], the lady angel, talking to herself in a low tone
morph into an elk
walking by himself above the crow flown
the cross is skull and bones
all alone being the object of contempt
distrust destroys my desire
this is baptism or a rinse
mom, you’re my everything and i never will forget
no regrets as we lay her to rest
me and paulette was blessed, had us both on the sixteenth day october and august was next
we love you, mama, with some much honor
you were the greatest, we hover your sp+ceship
you snuck away in the silence
every day is a challenge
it’s hard for us to embrace it
she went far above the sp+ce weightless
balance
[sample]
i wonder if it’s ever struck you how curious a thing it is that most of the things that we experience we regard as things that happen to us which we ourselves do not originate, which are events expressing some sort of power or activity that is external to ourselves

- killah priest lyrics

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