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They talk slick, lipstick politics, gossiping like cluck clicking clit flicking lip licking cluckers all wound up like robotic 
rubber ducky’s, with broke moral compasses like counterfeit dollars my all existing for compliments while running from consequences


My truth “problematic”? — that’s comedy,
Spineless living chained to conformity.

Loop-a do woop-woop-da-doop, same cycles repeated,
Fake chakra cleansed but your spirit depleted,
Yoga pose stretching truths outta proportion,
Playing God with identities — clay distortion.

Shadow-shaming while pretending awakened,
Crystal-charged egos spiritually naked,
Talking “higher self” while the mask stay fitted,
Whole room fake deep but the soul got evicted.

Y’all don’t want the truth, you want truth with auto-tune,
Something soft enough to dance to while your conscience leave the room.

Pain gave me vision while comfort blurred your vision,


The squad surrounding you for that blind validation, acting like you all awakened, crystal-charged approvals fueled likes realitys like yall these Origamist that fold up origami shaping into whatever play on ur wanted perception, 
folding corners using imagination as your power source, illusionists who have became trapped in your own delusion, funny how yall got a even ur own therapist scratching their heads all wondering, in the end they the ones in need some kind of therapeutic assistance

Listen, let me speak about a few facts that mold me l, that’s if u ever wanted to learn… here it is, check it never been one to fold up at signs of opposition not even my creator tired yet couldn’t shape me,
now truth be that Pressure created me into what you see as coal minded, & if u glanced in a mirror you would see ur playing carbon-copy safety forcing a show u realizing that underneath ur pure diamond

Lets spell this out, to Legit, it mean no quit but u speak it yet that u see it as too much, uncool and dramatic , contradicting ur own truth ignoring the air filled flow stating morals be your core reason, but living life filled with shame boners, vein groveling ego driven and under-seasoned,
if you state one truth then suddenly the room be needing & demanding healing

Everybody acting grown and tough till reflection start clearing that backed up hog washed splash splash mighosh blinding ur true meaning
but wait wake up war stand cuz suddenly accountability get labeled the attack, of the season 


Y’all don’t want the truth, you want truth with auto-tune,
Something soft enough to dance to while your conscience leave the room.

Pain gave me vision while comfort blurred your vision,


Now I see through every polished contradiction.

I came from ramen noodle budgets, learning to get past all them trauma-funded summers,
Now I’m cookin with that hot sauce of pain, like a gourmet dish made from rage and hunger
learning how to laugh through hells dark humor got me endurance, I would never trade back 
Souls sold separat