Your love supplies The fuel to my fire The match to my desires The connection to The live wire Yah purifies us Thru discipline And obedience When our attention Is given To the right wind Faith comes thru hearing You have my ear My eyes are set in wonder Never wandering Following Empowering Higher things
Some want to feed you Some want to freak you Some want to serve you Some want to purge you Some want to heal you Some want to feel you Some want to keep you Some want to free you Some want the struggle Some want to love you
Wisdom’s curse is the vision to see things first forced patience like waiting to give birth there will be work there will be joy there is love perfected above connecting us with a trust that we must discuss everyday it’s like we’re in a play blindfolded with one line pray disciplined to remember words said
u can’t lose anything that ever truly existedwe just transitionand compensate for what’s missingwhen the universe shiftedcreating tensionto balance intentionn see thru missionsto get lifted…to the next level of our existence
i’m in a special kinda moodfeeling like a rendezvouslet down my guard and do what you say to i love when u instruct me to get ‘nekid’then turn around so u can inspect itmy my….u touch me like u never left it and not shy about tasting my nectarlicking every crevice to properly wet heruntil
There’s a natural mystic blowing thru the air If you listen carefully now you will hear There’s a natural spirit of wickedness in the air Be careful not to let it take you there Sweeping away your righteousness for envy’s sake Be careful not to taste the judge’s cake For that’s not your place Don’t