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.