the mistakes we make can’t break us
if we let it make us
history repeats but this time we are turning into gold
like the tree, long life never felt old
struggles and glory watch the story unfold
i tell you just let it go
God has more
blood shed in the cities
it’s really a pity
all because y’all greedy
dripped in designer moving real sidity
claiming Gods favorite but he loves us all
he wishes none of us to fall
if you look around Hagar’s son have nations
Sarah’s son just want that little piece what’s the war
they can’t live in peace together? it must be turmoil?
the ones drunk in power will sober up
fall into a shameful slump but it’s ok go and get up
i don’t know everyone but i do know there’s good and bad in every nation
good and bad in all families
the remedy is Jesus
humble yourself, to deny his life is a form of treason
against yourself
playing the cards dealt
betrayal lives like Cain and Abel
the minds in SoFlo seem so unstable
cut offs and just pure anger
i had a woman of European descent in the whip
i was friendly, shawty was acting like a a straight witch
put the b in front
energy was on 0 i stay on 20
i guess it bothered her, it bothers many
joy troubles many
pure insanity, their star dust is out
they swept you under the rug
they told you to stay out and you did
sometimes i wish someone would hit me
might have to hit up a boxing ring
release some adrenaline my sis name is Claraline
i met her before but half of my blood i never felt that close to you before
different mothers, i got the Dominican storm.
i heard a story of Rubi Rose i made a freestyle about her
but she didn’t grow up poor
Switzerland, boarding school glam and glitz
no shame what’s inside was missed
i guess why self exploitation gets people more gifts
who wants us to be viewed solely as a mistress
the industry should reflect real
high school girls showing their panties is pretty disturbing
you influence, a “baddie” should have self respect
all i see the girl do is bend 6:30 on stage
are you free i don’t know you and you don’t know me but i’m not feeling it my G
you’re young but don’t be blind
there’s more to life than being thick and getting di
the male gaze matters less than 10
self respect isn’t boring you don’t know yourself enough
so you lean on whoring
in your speech and your clothing
you are more then a soft booty under the covers
subconscious in a clutter
i’m little big sis
25 jubilee year in this
no shade i hope you young lady’s will heal your broken hearts
forgive the scars
financially you’re going far
but how’s your self worth?
is the confidence simply rehearsed?
-Odalis Mikaelle