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.
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 