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The Clouds Are Gone
The sun is back
How graciously he shines on me
Coming into a balance, yin and yang
How two makes one
Starting to feel like Mama want me gone
Had a baby young
But there’s still no regrets
Inspired to do better
But my dna tells me differently
Like struggles is all we know
Girl, stop tryna keep up with the Jones
Celibate to celebrate my purpose
Often catch myself dancing with the stars
Because my light refuses to die
Waiting for you to change
I guess that’ll take another lifetime
I just think you ain’t trying hard enough, ain’t thinking large enough
Yoga in the morning
Breathing in at night
I might be a little crazy but in all who’s not
I ask for clarification, about the ones who love me most
Maybe your ego distracted you like sundresses in the summertime or n*ggas with rolls of money or blind to the ways of expressing love
The love I pray you have for me
I believe you had a few good intentions, but not enough strength
The excuse we make for ourselves, shaking my head
Self pity and self smoothing only doing more harm than good
Little old me, while before I gained the 30 pounds
Holding the world in my yoni
You a think I’ll get a little more respect
Like I’m holding a future tax payer
I know y’all care about that
Might run away from this ratchet city
Even though I live in the pretty parts
It never felt like home, only temporary like the rain
Tryna make a living on a nine to five
But ion living much when I punch that clock
Diving in for my passion
But that don’t call for all them degrees
Maybe the summerbreeze with offer a bit more clarity
Still shaking off the winter even in spring
My favorite line, I know it's gonna take time and time is on my side
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