Poderes de Évora

Medicine is getting materialistic
An indigenous midwife ain't no gynecologist, right?
She birthed us all, sister, blessed your healthy birth
Made tea from the tears your mother shed for your clan
Space-time is changing, I can already see the witches laughing
Recognizing the time for the dance
Days ago I spoke softly and saw a response from the other side
Telepathically without moving our lips

My judgment is light and the burden is gentle
Bringing calm to your anger, mission given in the mother ship
I had to go through your pain, so I feel pain to see our reflection
If I don't know what you're going through
I'll toughen up my shell and what we fear
We cover up and don't peel off
If you're afraid of being too nice, huh?
Don't worry, what you put out will come back twofold, faith!

You want to be a lion, not a little dog, right?
Being a dog is servitude, posture, not rebellion
If they want to take advantage of you
They'll have to step over their own temple first
If you want to teach, then teach, speak up and expose life
But don't stop acting, setting the example
So let the beat slow down, listen to my silence
Volume brings release, silence brings discernment

A foggy mind engages gunpowder impulses
Action with intention accesses the powers of Évora
If your chest burns, look closely, the foundation is in respect
And your responsibility is the same as the individual's
Open to the commission of the atom scientists
With a mere projection of a future planet
Studying the theory, didn't even see the wizard casting the spells
I may explode but my faith will endure in space

I may explode, burst on this earth
But my faith will endure in space
Sacrificing the principalities doesn't make us any less slaves around here