Hand delivered through the Holy Spirit dove
How can you measure or meet as one and fair?
I'm lost; why the fuck you got blonde hair?
Starving; we're notorious
Most prefer to keep it real then conform to be glorious
Rebels, edgy, off and out of their mind
These are my tribe; we are one of a kind
Not to lift up the artist above what is just
It is. This blessing and a curse; we belong to the world.
We are a must.
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