Slangin - 30/70

Hold the fire in your hands

Don’t let it drop or

Scathe this earth she is

Burning

Hold the fire in your hands

Don’t let it drop or

Scathe this earth she is

Burning

Hold the fire in your hands

Don’t let it drop or

Scathe this earth she is

Burning

Hold the fire in your hands

Don’t let it drop or

Scathe this earth she is

Burning

Divine karmic past in place to hold you in soft caress

If you choose to fill the fire or fuel and smoke in distrust

Superstition you’ve misunderstood questionless

Repercussions spin in each breath you’ll choose your place, for

While a nautilus mind seeks silk inherent in label

The kind stripped from breast and parted

I bless relevant power final

If you shake this mind trick mindless for you to only

Step to this, grow in your worthiness for

Only alien of this earth would be fooled to harm her

In karmic force, they’re soon to be departing

Just as breath escapes for fear of place in haze and waste

Seeking refuge from earths air to grate

Self-entitled within a collective state

Are you here to walk humbly with earth as fate

Joy to be transcendent and for you she will await

Learning to give and not to take

Learning to give and not to take

Learning to give and not to take

Learning to give and not to take