Lyrics Slangin - 30/70

Slangin

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