Grasping Hands with Joel Spiral

Lucidity awakens. See is joined by Oahu visionary hip-hop artist Joel Spiral
Alana blesses up the experience as well. We synchronize to free each other. To star lift, and belly laugh, to taste the drip drops of each others verbal collage vortex, we are guardians and innocents, players and prophets. Giving thanks for you, for this, for all. 


https://www.youtube.com/user/JoelSpeier
https://www.instagram.com/joel_spiral/
https://joelspiral1.bandcamp.com/track/sci-fi-grime

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Thank you.

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your freedom bless your finding bless your calling creation bless your now bless your making who calls down and crawls and seeks to know you, but you know you. Seek you. Seek the knowledge. Seek the growth. Seek the here now. Seek the boundaries of the cage. Seek the edges. Seek the in between the seams. Seek the jump. Seek the hereafter. Be the hereafter. Hereafter somebody. Hereafter somebody comes you. You came after someone. Come after that person as well. Come after me. Come. Come. Throw thyself into the oblivion. Come. I ask you to come packed with profound words that ain't never been overheard in your conscious until you brought it to light with words recited. Support I need. Forbid me while I'm keeping committed. You can invite. You can know the on-site. You can get it on-site. You can get it to-shot. Bring yourself, bring your light, light, light, your personage. Bring your own self till you know that you are not part of the carnage. You are part of the here and the arrival of the now. You are part of the escaping into the what has to be, the entropy. You are part of the sin of the syncopating. You are part of the ill of the elevating. You are part of the fall. of the placating here now aftering free falling how could it be me grabbing, clasping, grasping hands how could it be me? the full moon has left an aftermath of an aftershock of a shockwave that has come from so many waves that have come from waves that are entitling us the title of this night the visitation of the river sea We are made of what is here, what is now. We are made of what is releasing. We are made of We are letting go of We are letting go of We are letting go of I left a long time ago from things I never wanted to be And then I came back to recover Masks over what that was They are breaking And now masks behind those masks are breaking And now masks behind those masks are asking me to love them again And I am staring And I am learning And I am moving on And I am moving in I'm moving on and I'm moving in. Young, young, young UA. Say young UA. Hey, young UA. Hey, young UA. Hey, young UA. Hey, young UA. Walking on top my podium while I'm trying to articulate my stance upon my soapbox. Gotta cope because I broke out rocks and a hard spot into part of myself. Looking back on these dreads that turn to snakes as the self-bound. Find a way home. Now you own. find your way home back but haven't changed find your way home as we find our way home find our way home find our way home find our way home find our way home it is time it is time for the answer to come through as simple as a stew that I would share with you. Bless it through. Bless it now. Bless it through. Bless it you. Bless it I. Bless it in. Bless this crew. Bless it us. Okay, there y'all, making those ends meet. How far we come, just along the way. How I strong, while I stay. Bound to be, taking a stance. Awaken to this chance. Even if you're mistaken. Must rant and rave, cause it's part of the process. man ain't nothing without the link it is part of the process now you found your way home part of the process part of the process Found your way home. Find, find, find, found. Find, find, find, found. Find, find, found. Find, find your reason. Find your reason. Find your way home. Find your way that you were looking here to roam. Coming up a tree. Coming up a branch. Coming up to find a leaf. There is my own elegance staring back at me. All the DNA. The things that I have learned and the things that I would play. The things that I would placate is what is in between and what is in the now and what is it I scream and what is it I and what is it is us and what is it is now and what is it is trust what is it is trust what will it take come on back find your great fate it's no debate it's time to be in the hate until will we break some of us all of us Each one in their own way. Discovering each one's own way. Peeling the layers until we remember that innocence from which all life is born. How many layers does this onion have, bruh? You say stuff with me. Yeah. I say stuff with you. Say stuff with me. You say stuff with me. Say stuff with you. You say stuff with me. I say stuff with you. You say stuff with me. I say stuff with you, Paul. I say stuff, so much stuff. I'm on puff. I'm on bluff. I'm on bluff. I'm on see-add in the rough and tough. Put me in a dogma, just a jostle. Oh my goodness, I'll excavate another fossil. As we simplify, cannot comply. Two-day compliance, you know, I'm not an apparatus or an appliance. I'm not some private property, so my ascension is beyond anything, including my comprehension. So once you know that, then you know it's good. I say stuff with you. You say stuff with me. I say stuff with you. You say stuff with me. I say stuff with you. Stay stuff with me. Stay stuff with me. Stay stuff with me. Stay tough with me until I know that I am part of the poetry. See the bliss that we find in words True! Stuff with me. Yeah, dig in. I say stuff with you, you say stuff with me. That's right. I say stuff with you, you say stuff with me. Bring back. Bring open. I say stuff with you, you say stuff with me. Call me forth. I will not be separate. I will not be separated. These streets are my own to plant crops in. These are places that my car dies. These are places This is where we come together. Parks, lands, public. We are the public. Each one teach one. Break through these walls. Each one teach one, yeah. Break through these walls. Each one teach one. Listen on. Listen to. Listen on. Listen on these old stars. Listen on. Listen to the spread of far. Listen on. Listen on the spread of fear. Listen on. Listen on. Making it clear. Making it clear now. No, no, no, no, no. Bring this. Break those walls. Break us free. Break us into all that you are. We can see you again. I would ask me again to look at each other as brothers, sisters, and friends. Listen on. Listen on. Listen on. Well, I listen on as I respond to the coconut palm frond with me and you are on with those mere neurons as I respond to the dawn, which I'm very fond of. Let it be. Respond to the dawn. Maybe so. Then we see us in it so infinite as we weave in upon the mainland. We won't believe in until we see, see, and he's still breathing. Check. People try to stay awake, but I'ma do it any day. Come out in the streets when they vacant as such. It's all right, six foot distance I touch. I'ma wake away, I'ma stray away. Feel me frayed when my level of ends are arrayed. In a slight level of light, when you feel a fight, gotta take it even if you feel so much blight. From the current state of things, where I relate the brain, gotta do something to hesitate. do my thing, if you gotta distinguish, a dirty or a clean dish, a pure intention of a fiend's wish, it's a mission to distinguish, when you in the front lawn, up upon a coconut palm farm, with mere neurons, society, the nature versus the nurture, heart's top priority, how you gonna hurt her, primal being, I treat her good all the time, is what you seeing, but I'm still in the crime, coming out the muck, struck with luck like lightning, then you're Realize I can't write fast enough. It's whitening the walls, washing the story. Water under the bridge, white man's glory. Another statue to topple while you find your doppelganger. Looking for where the true gangbangers turn revolutionary. Walking down to the Capitol. What you gotta say around San Quentin? Where's the protest? My flow is a test. If you gotta reap what you sow, then who's next? Don't stop it.