Cumin

I been trading

precious stones

for your safe haven.

The more and more that I shoulder, let it come.

It makes the feast much richer.

All in all, you're open;

so I let it go.

Cuz I been hard, and I been patient.

On your shores,

there's something ancient.

I recognize your accent,

I anchor to your drawl:

Petra or Gaza?

And I let it go.

Holding

holding

holding on...

I always been your rhythm:

a ragged pulse

to your electric slide.

The more and more that I follow,

the more I let it go.

let it go...

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