Keep it simple stupid,
That's how you make me feel.
As if one is supposed to kneel down
to a lower lever
Here it goes, shout out to the one who told me "it don't cost a thing to keep it real".
I held it in way to long
Words spread wings like angels, flying from out of my heart, upstream fluttering throughout my head
to the beat of silent poetic snaps.
Some even can double back into a song.
So who are you to cut me off from what my soul was born to say?
I could easily say it prophetically straight to the point as it was meant to be
Then it's point you would not see, much less feel what I mean
So I extend it dumb it down express it and describe my words meaning vividly.
So that it captures every human beings 6 senses, yes I know what I said to go in depth on that right now is senseless.
Most walk around head In the clouds
Rather be dumb and oblivious
Agreeing ignorence is bliss
Prolonging the inevitable
Destiny that's been written out
Our internal spiritual warfare is what the basic label as world war lll.
I no longer care to convince you to see things as I see or even understand me from my current season
Transition from the pesant to the Queen.
Judgment no longer lives in me
Along with envy jealousy boastfulness or greed.
I started from the bottom made from dirt hard work,broke chains, broke down, stitched myself up just to grow.
Into the season of knowing
Finally finding what heals the souls
All uniquely made
Who are you to say how one copes?
The only one you might can control
Is you
Until your season of enlightment, elevation and acceptence spreads roots.
Then you realize witnessed with your spiritual eyes that God I AM
Lives within you too.
Creator of your reality
Without interfering in the common law destiny
For the good of the universe and the individual purpose we all obtain.
I only ask one thing of you
Since you have never woke up in my head jumped out of my bed and put on my shoes,
Explain the unexplainable, the unseen, to believers not so hard but for who it's meant for,
Those who don't believe
Blinded by generational curses, strong holds no flesh can lose from
Yet not seasoned enough to know we fight with the full armor of God healed by everything God created under the sun.
I won't go any further,
Let this sink it
Don't need your approval or acceptance
No longer my issue if you feel resentful or bitter.
They thought I walked this earth broken and hurt a light weight.
I stand solid and firm knowing now they all see I was born a heavy hitter.

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