Still the underdog, like Mike Vike's K-9
I write to save lives, of course I battle with self
In the ring of doubt and fear, deep inside I've felt
A force of energy, hording a monstrosity
Courage to follow my gut, regardless of the haters knockin' me
They can't influence me, I'm rooted in words
Can't knock the hustle, but my man knows dreams deferred
I embody change like Hurricane Carter
Writing for my freedom, love on high like James Baldwin
They sorta like self, but this is me, I love Keem
Inhale, I fall awake, and still I dream
Fight the good fight, find peace in Christ and see light
Natural, like trees blazing high on Fahrenheit
Eternal, my skin dark, but my Jimmy, humanitarian (Stay down)
Self-aware, conscious, yet far from vegetarian
Looking for soul sister, Jolie lips, Halle curves
Exhale the real me, as my truth gets deeper...
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