Clairvoyant, psychic, or medium
Guiding the lost with wisdom free of tedium
But only the heart's purity grants you access
And these little buggers are playful causing no distress
They crack a joke with a mischievous grin
Their sense of humor is what pulls me right in
I am now here to advocate for the children
Since I was a child the veil was really thin
Playing pretend with ghosts I swear were near
People I spoke to because I saw them clear
So natural and normal I thought we all could do it
As I got older I realized it was only me that was going through it
When I was a child I thought we all could see
Who was standing right in front of me
But the truth is now I just sound crazy
Souls show me a place where they reside
Guiding me through realms where they glide
In my dreams they speak to me telepathically
But because I see it I guess I'm just crazy
Still to this day my eyes never lost the spark
I am allowed to speak for those who live in the "dark"
Just so you know they read your hearts intention
And they absolutely do not just let anybody in
So when you think your connection is a success
Your heart’s purity is the only thing granting you access.
You get angry when you think it's sacred
I hold the keys because they belong to me, the dead
The ones you’ve forgotten, the ones you’ve misled
Their voices rise and in them I am led
I hold the keys for the past never sleeps
And through me their secrets rise from the deep
When they introduce themselves to me
You all claim I speak blasphemy
We’re bound by more than blood or name
A connection deeper than any earthly claim
In the spirit world where souls intertwine
Your ancestors and mine share the same line.
My own family never believed
The messages I would receive
And that's the beauty of my design
Like God knew the parents I was born to weren't mine
And I never theirs
Yet they cling to the story of a man
Nailed to a cross persecuted by the community
But they can't see their own irony
That what was done to him is happening to me
I have 2 t's in my name maybe I've done this once before
But the one controlling my story now
Is the Babylonian whore
As she's wearing my face
Acting as me to bring shame and disgrace
You all think the profiles were me
She wove the web so insidiously
So when I step back outside
You all think who I really am is a lie
I speak details you know are true
But you think they belong to only you
How did I know that?
Well if you pay me $80 we can sit and have a chat
Just fucking kidding
I don't disrespect the dead like that
They show me their sacred space
I honor their Exalted place
By speaking without restriction the truth
That they have had to hide since their own youth
So when you wonder how I know the names
Or the pain that hides behind the flames
It’s not a gift but a channel in me
A space where voices long trapped can be free
It's not a gift but my own soul inside
A place where the past no longer hides
Hey so Aunt Carol that I never knew
She got a message for you
With a stunt double boyfriend
Stuck in the closet lesbian
But you bitches cry she's your best friend
and sister to you that's ever been
But not one of you spoke the truth
Supported what she was going through
We both have coffee in the morning but it's not Mary Lou
Captain Morgan never really mattered to you
But you hold on to her Tarot cards
As if they hold the keys to all your scars
But when its me holding them as she shows me the way
You go on a witch hunt, pushing her and my own truth away
But you never listened once to what I had to say
An Uncle James
I only knew his name
Lost his life the month after in the world I came
The one who asks for an Eskimo kiss and on the cheek one more
Murdoered because of the Babylonian whore
You never know who’s in the flesh suit
An uncle could be my lover
A sister could be my brother
In another life we heal the scars done by the cruelest mother
A brother could be my father
A father could be my ever after
A mother could be my friend
A cousin could be my end
An aunt could be my twin
The roles we play where do they begin?
A doppelganger could wear my face,
So that you and I can never share the same space
Even though our hearts both align
And I am yours as you are mine
But it never seems to be the right time
The doppelganger keeps crossing the line
Stealing moments meant for me and you
A mirror image, but it’s not true
People put big names on an altar
Disrespecting the dead and what they stand for
The dead have confronted their own behavior
They roll their eyes when you seek them as a savior
The dead don’t need your tears or your hollow praise
They need you to rise and to change your own ways
So you pray to an altar
And what about the children they falter?
You think the grieving mother and father
Don't speak for the lost son and the daughter?
You call upon the angels
Thinking they guard the skies
When they want to speak the truth about the history
You speak over their pain and say nothing but lies.
They listen to your voice speaking the past you erase
As their real stories of struggle you replace
Crying self righteous tears
Claiming they mattered to you
When the truth is you never really knew
You thought dead was dead
Just an end in the ground
But their legacy lingers
Still echoing around
You claim to honor but it’s all just a show
Pretending to care for what you never chose to know
Our souls set in stone we wear new skins
Rewriting the stories where old pain begins
What we thought was family, blood and bone
Is just energy woven between the threads we've sewn
The roles we played, the names we knew
They fade away after death when the truth shines through
For in the end we’re all just searching to mend
Healing together as broken souls transcend
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