Eerf,thebreathingplanet - DisEase

Oh we sick ?
I heard there's herbs for that
Chop the wood with axe
Move O's like cul-de-sac
Put moor hope into that love pack
Brought that back in like one hour flat
Flipped it through the molecules
These colonist move like mules
Stuck with stones for different moods
Prayers to the all the kids that never make the news
Expose the truth
They said I'm out here "Preaching too much"
To sum creatures man you really nothing but lunch
I dissolved into the mists , wasn't seen from the rip
Divine pulse in my breathing heart and my wrists
I fheal the voice like an itch

My intuition hardly switch
It's like you negus really missed the exit
So give the stars your attention
Like the ancients never did it
Twitter witches playing quidditch
Rappers out here still snitching
Every gender still bitching
And all my wizards still wizards
I spit that cold like a blizzard
I talk in code with my negus
We just tryna heal the world
Cycle rotations just like the earth
All of my seeds sprouted from the dirt
I brought that color to clerks
Clergymen we got that light
Yes I will fight for my life
Boy I will heal for my brothers
Boy I will heal for my mother
I want that bread like I'm butter
So spit your math and talk numbers
I want that bread like I'm butter
So spit your math and talk numbers

Written by:
Andrew Torres

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