Tools Of Divine Souleye (Ft. Alanis Morissette)

I wake up to the kitchen for my medicine
Black beans in the grinder, what a way to start, what a good reminder
Spark from the fire that burns the incense
Bring me back the nature, observe my innocence
You are born home, permanent goodness
Your is an infant, you need like a fingerprint
You be what you came with, loves the language
And everything we had, no one becomes stronger in the long run
Beyond the mind, like words, all the outcome
A setting sun in the background fills my eyes
With free will and inspiration to see the signs

Number five, number three, number eighty
Number zero through nine
It's a trip, it's a car, it's a timing
All these allies of mine
Number two, thirty-three, on the ticket
These swords and curves decide
It's a name, it's a symbol of mercy
All these tools of divine

I hear the voices on my head, learn to follow it
Hallucinating, but I only took a little bit
Orange peel in the ganja if it gets dry
Under the weather, I focus on my mood
And build it up, I take a vitamins and minerals
So I will medicinal properties to find a balanced life
I pause, I breathe Lead myself from detention by relaxing in the present
My gift it is, the divination and invitation
To open up the heart and mind, we're illuminating
I keep my head in the clouds, feet on the ground
And rise up, holding the space, my fingers current toward the moon
All the stars in the galaxy, forever, ever I've been waiting
Turn the lever, turn it to the earth
For a knowledge of life and self-worth