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Lachesism
Have you forgotten that you are meant to be a queen and not a pawn?.
Your womb, meant to be fertile ground from which kings will be born.
Who told you that your self worth is determined by the material wealth you demand in exchange for "love" ?
Money, Money, it has cut you soul in half.
Tell me sister,who taught you what it means to be a woman?
Blame your absent father and oblivious mother,
When all else fails blame the oppressive system, for even sheep walking to the slaughter have rhythm.
Blame boy who told you yes
Blame the man who told you no
Blame yourself for not affording your heart the opportunity to explore.
Blame a fat wallet for being your cue to put on a show.
A tree without roots cannot grow.
So many things you have the opportunity to use as your excuse when you lose, but what if all you had to do to win was to learn from the example of a king.
But you don't love Yahweh
Always on the low
Heart of a fool but you don't want it to show
You don't love Yahweh
Ever feeling down, you drain my energy when you are around.
Soul swapping with strangers, putting your physical integrity in danger ,all for processed wood, imali yephepha.
What happened to your femali energi?.
No peace of mind when you are your worst enemy.
What happened to your divine energy?.
Your won't find it in an empty bottle of Hennessey.
Your tongue unacquainted with the truth.
To defend your temple of ignorance, you fight acrylic nail and tooth.
My sister ,you will taste the bitterness of your mistakes and mourn for the lost years of your youth.
Self knowledge will give you balance as you lissomely traverse on the sword's sharp edge.
You yearn for freedom yet swallow the keys to your cage.
My sister, how can you be so blind as to lose sight of the stars and the son?.
Why flee from wisdom faster than a bullet fleeing the barrel of a gun?.
My sister, a lion cannot hunt with a hyena.
You have under priced yourself.
Lachesism.
Jah Light
Your womb, meant to be fertile ground from which kings will be born.
Who told you that your self worth is determined by the material wealth you demand in exchange for "love" ?
Money, Money, it has cut you soul in half.
Tell me sister,who taught you what it means to be a woman?
Blame your absent father and oblivious mother,
When all else fails blame the oppressive system, for even sheep walking to the slaughter have rhythm.
Blame boy who told you yes
Blame the man who told you no
Blame yourself for not affording your heart the opportunity to explore.
Blame a fat wallet for being your cue to put on a show.
A tree without roots cannot grow.
So many things you have the opportunity to use as your excuse when you lose, but what if all you had to do to win was to learn from the example of a king.
But you don't love Yahweh
Always on the low
Heart of a fool but you don't want it to show
You don't love Yahweh
Ever feeling down, you drain my energy when you are around.
Soul swapping with strangers, putting your physical integrity in danger ,all for processed wood, imali yephepha.
What happened to your femali energi?.
No peace of mind when you are your worst enemy.
What happened to your divine energy?.
Your won't find it in an empty bottle of Hennessey.
Your tongue unacquainted with the truth.
To defend your temple of ignorance, you fight acrylic nail and tooth.
My sister ,you will taste the bitterness of your mistakes and mourn for the lost years of your youth.
Self knowledge will give you balance as you lissomely traverse on the sword's sharp edge.
You yearn for freedom yet swallow the keys to your cage.
My sister, how can you be so blind as to lose sight of the stars and the son?.
Why flee from wisdom faster than a bullet fleeing the barrel of a gun?.
My sister, a lion cannot hunt with a hyena.
You have under priced yourself.
Lachesism.
Jah Light
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