| Chosen and I can’t fake it
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| Great, hardly debated
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| And you want it, so you hatin
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| On a negus that done made it
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| Don’t blame the negus that you came with
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| Blame the circumstance that kept ya party faded
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| Or elevate it, tap into your directions
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| Your information
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| Say affirmations
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| I be smiling bright as fuh
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| And my fire hot as fuh
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| And my mind be high as fuh
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| Aiming higher than fight or flight and lower desires
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| Here I am a teacher with a message from the ethers
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| Bumpin through ya speakers (keep your solar plexus)
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| And the block is my cathedral (shining brighter than yo necklace)
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| Keep, your solar plexus
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| Shining brighter than yo necklace
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| They say my aura been beaming
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| Since a child I been dreaming
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| Of actualizing my gifts
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| And mastering art of breathing
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| Me and Niambi been schemin
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| On saving Yeye from demons
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| They say my heros was heathens
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| Since my birth I been leading
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| Got that warrior spirit
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| On sight I channel and hear it
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| I speak my mind cause I am sweet, and don' fear it
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| All the chaos outside
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| I don’t run from or hide
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| I’m the neo Sojourner
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| I’ll Free the land with my mind
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| All my family that’s down
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| From you root to your crown
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| Let your center shine bright and reflect the light
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| Your solar plexus
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| Shining brighter than yo necklace
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| Your solar plexus
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| Shining brighter than yo necklace
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| Your solar plexus
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| Shining brighter than yo necklace
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| Check your checklist see your directions
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| If you ain’t knowing where you going then you helpless
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| And God can’t, God can’t help it
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| When you knowingly oppressing all your blessings
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| Rockin, fake gold and copper wire
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| I engage my lower and my higher and my in-between
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| I know that I’m a Queen
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| I keep my yoniverse poppin w a weekly steam
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| I eat my leafy greens to alkalize my energy
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| I balance my synergy
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| Give thanks when shit get bittersweet
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| I be shining inwardly
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| I radiate my power
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| With a squad of sunflowers (that's the gang)
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| Protect ya sweetness
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| Your light is not a weakness
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| Your solar plexus
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| Shining brighter than yo necklace
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| Your solar plexus
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| Shining brighter than yo necklace
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| I was born to tell a message from the Sun. |
| The young me flew through the galaxy
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| looking for a star to be my mother. |
| She sang to me and called me close.
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| She said she would give me some of her Light and to call it my Sol.
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| She said she’d send me to be raised by her sister, Mother Earth and in return,
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| I’d have to radiate my soul for everyone I know. |