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Beauty...


The beauty of the world has been masked with a false sense of acceptance
You are designed In his favor and you aren't even smart enough to accept it
We simply continue to reflect on the irrelevant and neglect what's most important
And if we could really feel just a portion of gorgeous then we would understand that beauty is filled with flaws and the world is filled with man made laws that were created to stroke egos of those with low self esteem 
Think pro- self, redeem that appearance that's so astounding, that it leaves critics dumb founded... 
I don't need a fly chick, I need a woman that stays grounded, that keeps grinding, that keeps reminding me that the day isn't over even after our seeds are sound asleep
There seems to be too many sheep in this Hurd
Not enough shepherds on the pastures to pastor the words that leads to better actions
Once again the beauty has been masked
Fact: Although black men make up only 6 percent of the U.S. population, they account for 40 percent of the unarmed men shot to death by police last year, that fear has them wiping us off of the map.
Fact: Farrakhan said shoot down any one that isn't black.
Hoping to Cut ties and split wigs with split ends attached to tracks
Chemicals attacking you by the roots... Touching our youth for collateral let's keep it natural
And since we're keeping it so factual
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder And who are you to try to hold control of my identity
If I was music id be a symphony
And if I were a memory everyone would remember me
Show me the faces that they pretend to be
But I could never accept that false sense of acceptance 
The traces of this face is one sided and destined 
Blessed and free to forget about the stresses of ugly, the overindulgence of money, momentarily stunning, a monetary beauty that we have become accustomed to
Mona Lisa couldn't even smile through that hardened paint, crack and crease free 
Covering up these tainted black queens but despite these things 
if we knew how to feel just a portion of gorgeous..
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