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small bills - we don't really need altars lyrics

[intro: elucid]
mmm, since before my first birth
since before my first birth
earth’s been in crisis
since before my first birth

[verse 1: elucid]
what’s to be, what’s to come
treetop touch, pine pr+ck thumb
wind of breeze, lung liquor, sun’s bitter
where i wanna be, green whisper
south of the blister
thistle and beeswax, breath
no additional feedback
free snack from the soil
got a sack full from the back of the backwoods, baskin’
blade through flesh, juice run down my face and neck
facing west, made a mess
last night’s s+x on my top lip
cosmic slop, hot spit, third rock, pop sh+t now
hair braid maps, patterns, swamps and pastures
patient step, notes on trap, cutlass the captors
moon blood ran red forwards and backwards
circling to the center of a boiling core, iron and ore
plates shift, thoughts and form were forged
we heard about haiti
came a mighty long way
how to raise a free black baby
[chorus: elucid (kayana)]
to be the norm, not to be normalized (to be the norm, not to be normalized)
aight
run like wind, rough side of the mountain
eyes blindfold, took my time here
felt it all around, lightyears it seems (all around, all around, all around)
rough side of the mountain
eyes blindfold, took my time here
felt it all around (all around, all around)

[verse 2: elucid]
what’s to be, what’s to come
rhythm dreams, spirit drums
speak it whole, make it plain
beyond the wall, scale it in my head, i fled
crouching beneath p+ssy willows in the gulf of dread
i read the bones, packed my bags
geo+tracked drones, facial recognition mask jammed
glass hand pried, babylon clan, vagabond
when lion lies with lamb, i’m alive
a fire rise for the tide to smolder on top the sand
hidden hand
guilty feet got no rhythm, that’s my jam
do your dance, motherf+cker, do your dance
i see you out here, boom boom tickin’
(all around, all around, all around)

earth tiller, pure root, no filler
blue indigo, hang block, brother of the yam
we only wrap the raindrops in this body, holding on
but most of all, but most of all, in this body let it go

- small bills lyrics

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