I now look at the past so differently
I’ve transformed:
Mentally, Physically, and Spiritually
Things haven’t been what they appear to be
& Through your soul
I see you tearfully
That’s why I ask you to spill for me
Get high
Pass on chill pills for me
Show me how you really feel for me
Will you cross Atlantic water?
Climb the highest hills for me?
Weird that’s how this feels to me
Men walked over my love in the past
A fool I refuse to be
Guilty if they accusing me
A fountain of wisdom
They steadily using me
Stop coming at me side ways
Left I refuse to be.
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 