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Rastafari Walk Tall
From: East London, (Hackney) |
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magic
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POEM - MAGIC
elemental concutions are a alchemists productions
sparadic punctuations create mythical potions
superstitious concious thoughts, african bush lotions
ma roots, feel tha soil, converse wit tha medcine man
claims his workings are naturalistic, nuttin pretentious or sedistic
constructin drinks from the plants in our environment
fundamental ancient principles, nothin to ur detriment
traditions, shao-lin, current culture under-pinned
historical martial arts, the art of war and craft
sorcerers of times future and past, creatin disappearin blasts
ur powers have transcended to believers
those now refeered to as blasphemous heathens
faith a mental state of mind, switchin off becoming blind
allowin ur fate in da hands of a spirit, its scary cos u cant c~it
dats da foundations of magic, its belief, a fact tragic
cos its not easy to believe in something u cannot c
but like tha druids of scandanavia from norway to bavaria
in circles hands we can hold, ancient stories can be told
claclulations of ur own conclusions, reality or simple illusions
magic is a idea, it cant b sensed, dnt try n listen 2 it with you ears
see it with ur eys, touch it, or smell it wit your nose
its a transient entity of force which nobody knows |