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I’m not trying to sex you this time
I want to liberate your mind
I’m so Petrified
peeling back layers of your hateful negativity
What can you teach me?
I am a victim of spiritual assassination
I can’t be listed in your classification
My emotions been segregated
Don’t know when the rain stops pouring on my crown
If I could stand on this unjust soil
I could wear my coils with no complaints
Just because my hips swing when I walk
They go to talking that gibberish talk
Thinking I’m falling from temptation
I’m living by my Most High life style
That’s my revelation
Don’t have explain my life devastation
It feels like discrimination
Like I’m on a plantation plowing for knowledge
And at any given Sunday
I’ll stand before God and give my presentation
