Thunder, magick and Spoke
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Thunder, magick and Spoke
What do you feel on your mind ? how did you caught up the wind ?
Do you have the the will to spread up your wings? Do you have the will to remain like steel ?
What is your willing, what is your story ?
Tell me yours I'll tell you mine.
Am a deltaplane and my words a hurricane,
I have the wheel of Winds n Thunders,
I own my right to love and the tongue from a snake,
But am not wicked or a bad man.
I own the life of a Jahmanistic man
Burning ganja into my brain, mescaline out of my mind
A took so much drugs that now my soul is dead-alive.
And yet is time to struggle for my beliefs
Because I got knowledges from a Vitki.
My right to love, my right to live, my right to heal !!!
Am gonna rise like an eagle from underground to flashlights an esoteric toaster,
Am gonna shine under the night like a thunder strikes out moonlight
Imma not a fake am a mother dubbing poet, a nagual a prince of here.
Coming back from Muspelll I met Hell and I'm downstairs Gimlè with words for doom
Cos a been mystified, lobotomized, annihilated and Kaobolted far back into the past.
Been healthed by the Deep Energetic Breathing and Black Rastafari El Chemya
Blakia's not a liar, Blakia's just like thunder,
Blakia's not a killer, Blakia's just empowered.
Would never hurt my souls again, will heal my life from all its pains,
Am just wishing to hurt business wanna spell to all the Fakes
Always keeping my distances from the devilish industry I hate
At 18 ben invited but I refused the deal willing to live my life instead a Cobain's death
That's just the truth I travelled the Interzone, from Berlin to Geneva, Prenzlauer to Art'Miss
And from southern France to my dear punky Britain, they don't understand I don't wanna sing,
But I'll never be a fancy hoe on stage cos my stage is witchcrafting on Gaïa's Fields
Imma just telling the truth when I tell they tried at murdering me in 2K5
Rapping my soul, spirits threw me into Chaos and I became madly sick out of mind
Hearing em outside my soul got rid of 'em with tha Thunder Magick n Spoke
I am a wizard living aside my country side, another plan for life,
arts are magick n they don't know
Aerts are supremes and I don't mind from theirs because they can't understand
My Soul, my Words, my Spellings and my Inner Mind.
Let me tell you my Story,
A been persecuted cos I claimed for Sorcery cos I felt as a Säman
And everyday been a struggle for my breathing when psychiatry tried lobotomizing me
But am stronger and Zos always makes me get back to my own being,
So many times they tried that I lost the count of time in asylum,
But now I am Stronger am Empowered and Enlightened
They'll never can jail me again cos I have the Zos Kia cultus and the Power of the 8 Winds
Resisted with my own will, family wolf mafia friendships, radio channeling and waves riding.
On each tide I sabor'em I dag'em from Aerts to Aerts, dawn till dusk and night I hunt devils
Am in lifting up my Life and I avoid greedy haters and jealous beings from my own wizardry
Now thanks to few friends imma self confident again cos a been lovely healthed by
Thunder, Magick n Spoke.
Now from tide to tide I catch the wind breathing and sue to my Loveship,
My way was a Chast Path, using libido to dream reality instead of fantasmagories
In a good usage from my own Will n Might, to survive out of the lights from a nasty gloria.
Now am an Healthen that has become a Grey Vitki
I repeat am an Healthen, a black Healthen a Trù Vitki
Refused fame I was 18, I didn't want to die young but learn Magick
Wishing to be a Messenger instead a piece from producers,
Am my own beatmaker crafting magick music and poetry
To deliver the all I learned to the love of writting my good old legacies,
The only ways I would gig on would be for Wizardry, Galdragildiz and Runfalaichs
Pagan's are back to get their rights, Grey Runesters n Black Wiccans,
Chaos Punksters and Wise Bayfalls Muslim Rastas, not anarchist am Synarchist
And I'll stick on my Rastafarian Wicca in wich am a Kaosatva as long as I gonna last.
My time of being, the existence a Mystery, I got reborn alchemy works,
And I do craft my resilience and catharsis just living a humble life,
Am honest a Grey Wizard, Trù Sorcerer and Wise Writer
Ending being Vulnerable, I'm empowered from my true words
Of Hate and Love, Sex ain't love and Love ain't Sex,
Trusting my Asyngurs and some Loas 'spiring my behavior
To remain stablelized Mind with only Love into my Heart hunting greeds out of my Life.