Holistically built

four years ago i escaped the pin, walked the line, saw the end.

Years went by, two kids later, now im back to the mind grind to make some paper.

people are sick and dieing, pills down their throats.

So i struggled to find wich way to promote.

I found my spirit trapt in a halistic form.

where my touch can heal so that pain is no more.

An energizing sensation, where i take a burden for manipulation.

for the body to feel clensed and safe, without having medication

Dont get me wrong with the western feel, but its soon to be 

outdated with the way doctors heal. 

Imagine being sick with a cold and a soar throat

a simple prick of a needle that allows your body to kick

and to make you see that their are other ways of hope. 

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