Craft Latter
This is rare
I mean this winter time I’m seeing bears
Fruits on the tree and there’s snow everywhere
I’m hiking towards a cave north
I’m seeing day owls and day hawks
I walk some miles, try to stay course
Oh, wild turtle sound
I see lightning in the clouds
Then I get this feeling like I’m feeling way off
A ladder comes down
A chief slide towards me with his tribe, they call him Brave Horse
He said, “come with me inside
Please let me be your guide
Don’t try to hide, I can read your thoughts"
I hesitated, he debated
“I’ll leave it up to you to decide”
Then I felt this force, it lift me off the ground
We begin to glide, then transport into the quartz
Heavenly bodies, the celestial court
Their regalia resembled the twenty-four elders
The fortune tellers that invented the Nebula
The beginning and the ending of forever
They all were feathered, they showed me peace in wars of terror
Corrupt police, only things I saw in the mirror
Bodies deceased and the kings that fall in they era
Hold up, hold up, I said I know what this means
His face morphed into a bull, his back had folded six wings
'Whoa,' then came three more animals
A lion man, an eagle but they talked like they human beings
'Wait, are we in a UFO?'
“Yes, we’ll travel other realms as soon as you let go
You’re terrestrial material cannot come
Our journey is behind your sun to revisit the shining ones”
I told him I took pills that control my symptoms of the solar system
My old existence, to no remembrance to my body of light
Vehicle inside a rainbow ascension
Angels would glisten like a fruit salad of true knowledge
Their aura was like the aurora borealis
“We see your disorder, you need balance”
Myself tortured then they silenced
One touched my forehead, “welcome to true science, your celestial challenge”
I felt [?] start blinking
My mind thinking of all the drinking
I wasn’t famous, just an alcoholic tainted
Yeah I fixed that, there’s other things that I done just to get back
I’m starting to fade out, the room is cold
Outside they windows was pitch black
My eyes closed, I felt the wind blow, serotonin start to flow
They ask me of dates and moments I didn’t know
I seen huts and tribes of Igbos
And I’ve seen [tits?] and stuff and lives on skid row
The dopamine was like a flowing stream
I saw my life like sitting in a theater, open screen
But every minute my body would twitch like shots of caffeine, mmm
I see myself making historical musics during the vaccines
Started a podcraft, men of the future, gods from the past
They’re writing down, observing me through a large glass
Refacing childhood trauma, I love you, mama, dad
Nowadays the karma come back fast
Ah, man, I called myself unworthy
The slave generation cursed me
“I hope we make it to the sun early”
Of dark matter, sparks my GABA
All come in when I saw the craft ladder
No longer feeling deprived, I feel alive
Did they come from the waters or the sky?
In the twilight hours, in the shadows beyond dusk
Mystic like bibles and the books that imams touch
You could be the Tesla or the next Elon Musk
Men will be forever all blessed when Quran’s discussed
Craft latter
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