MIC D/SOULFU: CLEAN UP TIME
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3 years ago
⁣slow down change gears focus ya eyes and tune in ya ears
cast out the fears worries and tears
let the past go forgot my name but it's ight to to light i draw near
clearer than clear to the locus, this be the core of what you hear

man step up after many reflections when i shut my eyes see far too many connections
events of the time warrant plenty inspections, wish we'd see it open not closed or split into sections,
klepto of the facts another one bagged in the sack sense a clear lack of direction,
ducking spells and weavers manna evaded a hexxin, send another one thru serious vexxin
not even flexin

memories memories memories
another one from my mind it flees,
vanished and banished enemies of these
truths, enabled my mind for a clear view of the proofs

fun fact did you know that they doctor up languages?
or stitch up a rigged up economy with bandages?
or funded both world wars both sides in ops in the german lands n shit
or smashed the world trade center all planned pre-announcing it...

see with the scheme the they tell you five minutes before it all kicks off
another hungry mouth to feed another caught in the trough
criminals aint as visible as ya think , link to link operators wink as they scoff
never ever let a cabbalist take you as soft

find another sister or brother with knowledge uncovered
not caught up in romance or stories of love, warrior instinct balance untamed,
never caught slipping in another heartbreak, from this moment on i be clocking my fate
keen energies serene gave remedy not letting it slip or go to waste

never fall for propaganda or deceptions, scoped out the false from the moment of conception
power to the people is the first golden rule, forget all that bullshit they teach you in school,
time is precious so don't miss it or mess it or taken as the fool,
the stuff we do when we're young is so mad thinking it's cool,

but that was the old life before knowledge rushed up and brushed up my dome,
so nowadays i don't roll all flamboyant, keep my style boyant, sailing the waves as I roam
just trynna find my way back home, just trynna clean up this life i call my own
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