The new world of mine as like time everchanging
There can be no explanation; explaining is draining
Simplified is best I Left the intricuits obstaining
The new path to walk calm collected stone rock
Time barely has the time to tick tock in the fast lane Im shocked
My venture is obsessive dream states awaking
I was painstakingly awaiting; shaking like earth quaking
Upon arrival its trival trouble trivial Im minimul
Like hip hop subliminals you better love me
I type this ignited sitting comfy.
Time for discipline; a change
Instead of playing games I script the page
Singing a different tune’
Some people call it moves
But I am the stillness
I will create the sountrack to my own life
Devices construct the cord; as I move “still” toward
Forgiveness is distilled
As unchanged as the fact that only change is real
But Im compounding the elements as we speak
Dance to sing my song diversely n the weight of the world hurts my knees
What is anxiety?
It is the future I hold inside of me
Fuck all the varieties of anxiety supplying me with doubt
I can conquer anything with or without
Its just a stillness and the realness of now.
-Nina
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Arrive survive supply demand hand to hand trans action
Metamorphosis course reset press release streets of stress yes
Devout clout unknown stone cold to core
More toward a sword cut the world with the knowledge hoard
Release self and repeat. Redeem self. It seems deaths upon us
Too long squander; to long plotting
Who thought of not allowing the atrocities
Strip search establishments. Cut the hardline to there bootleg demanding
Stand hardbody; move like ghost
There’s no approach as swift as my gifted host
We appraise value of the so called Imperials
Upon measure. In fact. Inferior
My demeaner of a gypsy draped in street gears
I walk talk and run the streets here
Infinite symphony sentiment unprecedented
Welcome I ingest the venom n test they weapon
Strategic backfire appease n lit like a gas fire
Black hoods walk streets under lamplighter n slash tires
Relying on a mass supplier in a new way I surpass these liars
Before I’m finished diminish my ego
Now where do we go
Enter oneself
El Finito
Its amazing how far Ive come and surpassed the times
Meditate to elate and relax my mind
Through the ups and the downs the goods and the bads
Don’t hold out on me now; cause life is over too fast
Im up early today; just like I’m s’posed to
Working on the rhymes; nothing else comes close to
The freedom of a pen and a page
Long before the sunrise because its the zen of the day
And I aint worried about a damn thang
Peace to anyone listening; I hope your life is filled with blessing
Kick back watch the stars aligned for your design
The motion of the mind cosmic with the sky
Now the third eye mines alive and steady scopin’
I fill your mind up with my word that’s outspoken
Please know; Im out; Open
Commence to start the smokin
Igniting the minds of those who feel hopeless.
Hook:
We rise fall like sunrise and sunset
Devise a plot. We come rise and come get
Living for today
Tomorow don’t exist
With dreams of yesterdays just blowing in the wind
We rise fall like sunrise and sunset
Devise a plot. We come rise and come get
Living for today
Tomorow don’t exist
With dreams of yesterdays just blowing in the wind
The beautifully free
Picking the fruits from the tree
Asking eachother “Like, who you gonna be”
And she’s lookin’ at me.
But aint nothin for free.
So I said ” Im gonna hustle, you gotta hustle to eat”.
Now I knew; I was just taking the easy way out
Cause god got my back and putting food in my mouth
But I always wanted more; movin’ about with a clout
I should have stayed on a path but I took another route
Years gone past and I seen the same sister
The hustle was a struggle and I really fucking missed her
The freedom we had; can I go back to the past
So I turned to the girl and asked…
“What you want to be?”
The beautifully free
Picking the fruits from the tree
Asking eachother “Like, who you gonna be”
And she’s lookin’ at me.
But aint nothin for free.
So I said ” Im gonna hustle, you gotta hustle to eat”.
Now I knew; I was just taking the easy way out
Cause god got my back and putting food in my mouth
But I always wanted more; movin’ about with a clout
I should have stayed on a path but I took another route
Years gone past and I seen the same sister
The hustle was a struggle and I really fucking missed her
The freedom we had; can I go back to the past
So I turned to the girl and asked
“What you want to be?”
GoodnightNina. 
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