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The Alchemist

Aubergine

 

Aubergine

(album: Haram - 2021)


Conditions
Fortress of conventions
Forced but I saw it as an entrance
A door
Knew there were other senses
This is vision with a vengeance

This is radical ascension
This is one for mi kindred
Where you at?
This is breath for the winded
Clarity if conflicted

Smoke and tarry then I listen
In the valley
Intervention
Take my time for a spell being strengthened
A renewal
I reflect I remember
I been gassed
I been running on potential
On a path
I might fast
Sweep the temple
Mop the floors
Wipe the windows
Life before life essential
I'm in the now 4x
Inner space, searching central

Keeping tempo
Can't complain it's the sun I resemble
Many colors streak sky to the east
Rise
Then repeat
Pink hued
Light heat
Peak synthesis
Stars circle my vicinity
If u giving give it willingly

Cleansing fire co-d
Purify by the Oz

Fully charged
I'm a sun I'm a star
I got range
I know just who I are
Weave where he want
And it's still on the one

Cause I wander don't mean that I'm lost
Cause I wonder don't mean that I'm stumped

Bending wills to exactly what I want
I been hunted I been shielded
I feel love here

I feel love here
I feel love here
I feel love here

I send brothers to the store
I keep something in the cupboard
I'm stubborn I am my mother
'S love measured in eyedroppers
Burnt rubber from the coppers
The eye doctor leapt, shocked
My third eye
Don't believe me, just watch
My chakras
Shots pop in the hills of Caracas
Negroes shoot for the top
I always had poor posture
Traps packed with dead lobsters
Bottom feeders toasting grappa
Basic, penne alla vodka
You order off the menu
Chef handmade me latkes
I don't care
I don't be countin niggas pockets
Westworld niggas re-re-booting
Recycling the same shooting
Rappers tired
Inertia the only thing keep 'em moving
Glassy-eyed in the stu,
That street date looming
Toast coriander and cumin
Crush fragrant, slow, circular movements
In the garden, nascent,
She let me ate it
I'm only human

done

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