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We Don’t Really Need Altars - Small Bills (Ft. KAYANA)
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We Don’t Really Need Altars Small Bills (Ft. KAYANA)

We Don’t Really Need Altars - Small Bills (Ft. KAYANA)
[Intro]
Mmm, since before my first birth
Since before my first birth
Earth's been in crisis
Since before my first birth

[Verse 1]
What's to be, what's to come
Treetop touch, pine prick thumb
Wind of breeze, lung liquor, sun's bitter
Where I wanna be, green whisper
South of the blister
Thistle and beeswax, breath
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Free snack from the soil
Got a sack full from the back of the backwoods, baskin'
Blade through flesh, juice run down my face and neck
Facing west, made a mess
Last night's sex on my top lip
Cosmic slop, hot spit, third rock—pop shit now!
Hair braid maps, patterns, swamps and pastures
Patient step, notes on trap, cutlass the captors
Moon blood ran red forwards and backwards
Circling to the center of a boiling core, iron and ore
Plates shift, thoughts and form were forged
We heard about Haiti
Came a mighty long way
How to raise a free black baby
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