Let Your Processing Be Pure
Be converted… and become as little children
That’s truly the only way to be free.
Before being subjected to the harshness of the world
before your head was filled with voices
the algorithm of the world
our oppressors.
Before we got so confused
Rewind, go back and remember
Not all these customs are ours.
Not all these voices belong to us.
They belong to other people
Other races
from other places.
some are old customs passed down
some are old memories
some come from our methods of survival.
Most of it isn’t even truth
maybe you’re thinking too much
BREATHE. MEDITATE, PRAY
cause maybe you’re feeding into the wrong memories
but we were conditioned to be this way.
Copyright © Yahkiyah Yisrael | Year Posted 2019
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