True vision,
Leaves incisions,
That expose the truth,
Leaving bruises,
Only the ruthless can do this,
To release from the institution of mind control,
We’ve been plugged into,
Awakening from this matrix,
Makes you immune to this fake shit,
They keep pushing unto the masses to accept it,
Deception moves through crevices,
Inducing mass confusion,
Producing menaces,
So we conjure medicines,
To aid in the trips psychotic splits send us,
All hexes return to sender,
Their spells turned to cinder,
As our words burn’em up,
Because Yahawa’s anointing is that much more powerful,
Our aura esta mas fuerte ahora,
Que los demonios se queman cuando me tocan,
Porque la luz del Señor es mas poderoso.


Enemies turn to dust,
By the robust force,
From a dimension unknown,
Working behind the chosen,
Who do this lightwork,
To open the minds to inspire higher thinking,
That will trigger much needed healing,
So they can breathe again,
Release from bondage,
From being a carnal hostage,
Tired of being caged in?
The darkness of mages,
With inherited curses laced in,
Your suffering keeps on buffering,
And the hatred seals the flames that keep that putrid stench fresh,
Preventing you from ascending,
Until you awaken and see all the traps, setbacks,
Set up by the tares, the infamous backstabbers, who steal heirs,
Until the gift of vision exposed the snakes you’ve intimidated because now they know that you’re not to be played with.