As I presently, focus and reflect on my marks and scars.
Everything I've been through, bumps and bruises.
Back then, it was confusion,
I NOW REAP RESTITUTIONS.
I'M receiving reparations, for all I went through then.
Niggas always fail, to keep it REAL. The hoes started acting like them.
I fell back, had to take a HIATUS.
A past life, I sold crack?
That part of me was basic, in the matrix.
I'm standing here praying over my marks and scars, healing them, and blessing them, as MY GODDESS caresses them.
Couldn't have one without the other, making the sisters and the brothers balance.
Challenged to create union.
My Marks and Scars allow me to LIVE MY DREAMS LUCID.
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