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Power


Aye brother, Listen to me

Don’t let em knock you down

The system is already rigged so, if you fall victim to the stereotypes that they put you in we’ve lost

My sister. You gotta hear what I’m saying

You don’t have to fight for your spot anymore, because it’s rightfully yours and nobody can take that shit away from you

Good people. This is the beginning. Your words are power and the word is God so he’s already a part of your plan

Let him guide your steps, let him infuse you with positivity and redirect you onto the path of success

You won’t fail!

Just remember that gun doesn’t make you badder and who gives a fuck if your ass is fatter

The only thing that matters is this ladder of intelligence you have to climb to get on top in this fucked up world

Those tears you wipe dry leave you with a clean slate so what the fuck are you going to do with it?

I’ll leave that for you to decide

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