Men don’t make promises

They create Kingdoms

Not really about the things you say

It’s about if you really keep em

Instead of saying what type of man you are

Show me

Express your freedom

I’ve exposed you to my buried treasure

My warm palace

My Queendom

His soul and his spirit

Are how I see him

As the Wheels of Fortune turns in my favor

But his gate

Karma greets him

So in my white gown

I stand looking lovely

Basking in the sunlight of my abundance

That old passive shit

Is over and done with

You could choose to be happy

But you still on that dumb shit.

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