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Malcolm X once said, “If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.”
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Burn, baby, burn — not in flames,
But in truth that can’t be tamed.
Let the old fear turn to ash,
Let the hurt fade in a flash.
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Burn, baby, burn — not in flames,
But in truth that can’t be tamed.
Let the old fear turn to ash,
Let the hurt fade in a flash.
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You took your shot in the dark of your pride,
Loaded with hatred, nowhere to hide.
Pulled the trigger of words, of lies, of deceit,
But I’m still standing on shaky feet.
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You took your shot in the dark of your pride,
Loaded with hatred, nowhere to hide.
Pulled the trigger of words, of lies, of deceit,
But I’m still standing on shaky feet.
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You played with fire, now feel the heat of time,
Not by my hand, but by fate’s design.
I walk away while your shadows learn,
Some lessons only silence can burn. 💋
You played with fire, now feel the heat of time,
Not by my hand, but by fate’s design.
I walk away while your shadows learn,
Some lessons only silence can burn. 💋
White pickup shining like a whispered prayer,
Rolling through the streets with a fighter’s glare.
Dark tint hiding dreams and pain inside,
A quiet storm riding with the tide.
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White pickup shining like a whispered prayer,
Rolling through the streets with a fighter’s glare.
Dark tint hiding dreams and pain inside,
A quiet storm riding with the tide.
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They say “Blueface is mine,”
but I don’t mean a body or a name —
I’m talking about that blue flame energy,
that heat that can’t be tamed.
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They say “Blueface is mine,”
but I don’t mean a body or a name —
I’m talking about that blue flame energy,
that heat that can’t be tamed.
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You crossed that line, now that’s law,
stepped in my space like you had no flaws.
Late night moves, real sloppy sound,
now the truth got your name on it, round for round.
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You crossed that line, now that’s law,
stepped in my space like you had no flaws.
Late night moves, real sloppy sound,
now the truth got your name on it, round for round.
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I learned to break in silence,
not through glass but through pain,
creep through the hunger,
kick down doors in my brain.
Grew up where locks don’t matter
when the storm in your chest loud,
had to enter my own darkness
cause the world never showed how.
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I learned to break in silence,
not through glass but through pain,
creep through the hunger,
kick down doors in my brain.
Grew up where locks don’t matter
when the storm in your chest loud,
had to enter my own darkness
cause the world never showed how.
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Lately, I feel like royalty trapped in a world that doesn’t recognize thrones,
Born with a spirit of gold but standing on borrowed stones.
A heart full of honor, silk dreams stitched into my soul,
Yet told to bow, to shrink, to play a smaller role.
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Lately, I feel like royalty trapped in a world that doesn’t recognize thrones,
Born with a spirit of gold but standing on borrowed stones.
A heart full of honor, silk dreams stitched into my soul,
Yet told to bow, to shrink, to play a smaller role.
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When love met war,
the sky split in two—
half lightning,
half lullaby.
Love carried roses,
war carried ruins,
yet somehow their footsteps
fell in the same direction.
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When love met war,
the sky split in two—
half lightning,
half lullaby.
Love carried roses,
war carried ruins,
yet somehow their footsteps
fell in the same direction.
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Peace is the soft exhale after a long fight,
The quiet whisper that says, “You made it through the night.”
It’s the stillness in a world that never seems to rest,
A reminder that calm can rise even from a storm’s chest.
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Peace is the soft exhale after a long fight,
The quiet whisper that says, “You made it through the night.”
It’s the stillness in a world that never seems to rest,
A reminder that calm can rise even from a storm’s chest.
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Grateful is the quiet whisper
that rises before the sun,
a soft reminder in my chest
of how far I’ve already come.
It’s the peace in simple moments,
the warmth in a kind embrace,
the way God sprinkles little blessings
in the corners of each day.
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Grateful is the quiet whisper
that rises before the sun,
a soft reminder in my chest
of how far I’ve already come.
It’s the peace in simple moments,
the warmth in a kind embrace,
the way God sprinkles little blessings
in the corners of each day.
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Hope is the whisper that rises in the dark,
A tiny flame that flickers, yet never loses spark.
It’s the strength in trembling hands that still reach for tomorrow,
A quiet voice that says, “You’re bigger than this sorrow.”
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Hope is the whisper that rises in the dark,
A tiny flame that flickers, yet never loses spark.
It’s the strength in trembling hands that still reach for tomorrow,
A quiet voice that says, “You’re bigger than this sorrow.”
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