Flaws & all..
I didn't wake up like this.
I was made like this.
Beyond my genetic print.
You know..
A divine blueprint of my spiritutal etiquette.
The way I would describe I
Is closed eyes but open mind.
She don't mind
Either way it goes she knows
things will turn out fine.
Why would it not..?
I mean if there is one thing that she learned
she earned some strips.
In this bootcamp we happen to call "Life"
Flawless? Without a doubt
this is str8 B.S
My flaws is what causes
my third-eye to clearly see.
The way I would describe I
Is closed eyes but open mind.
These are the thiings my flaws allow me to be.
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