Can’t match my energy, sooner than later I’ll be where I’m meant to be
Feelin heavenly, but I ain’t tryna claim I’m here to save you
Tryna show you what this universe gave you
The ability to be free and not let society enslave you
Think about what’s made you, not who pays you, or the apps that will like and rate you
Not who’s gonna date you, who you are, is who you are don’t let these lame suckas change you
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
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- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
sounds like it could be a rap, i almost heard music 🙂
Thank you!! I do write some raps as well I appreciate the connection
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