Bruh, sis, sir, ma’am, how long have you been carrying that weight?
How long has your nervous system been enduring that freight?
Hanging onto such a heavy load but can’t figure out why you implode.
You’re uptight and quick to fight, refusing to let your darkness see the light.
You drink yo likka, smoke yo weed, body getting sicka and your aura bleeds.
You buy new fits, play with new toys, go on trips, chasing short moments of joy.
Bruh, sis, sir, ma’am, how long?
How long will a beautiful woman abandon her femininity? Hiding behind a masculine shield instead of truly healing.
My brotha, just as handsome as can be but so far removed from his core frequency.
From every death springs new life, you can’t know peace without first knowing strife.
No sweet without the bitter and no take without a giver.
Shit happens but life goes on.
It’s a continuous cycle of bygones.
How long will you dim your brilliance and shorten your reach,
Because of what happened in the past? Let me preach!
Bruh, sis, sir, ma’am, how long?
It’s time to make room so your future can bloom,
Remove the hindrances and limitations, those skeletons are dead and gone,
pour them libations and move on.
Shining Light
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