Walking away from the conformity society traps us in |
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I have a physical where I have been consistent daily. |
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Random lyrics ideas that hit me:
I don't give a f*ck if I'm seen as a beta male,
......... Im blazing trails
... the plan will never fail
take the color off they skin ya they hella pale
eating hella greens I devour kale
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Ya I modest profit
flipping cars
retain my semen
kiss my demons
yea I be lifting
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I ain't afraid of death
cause I know I'll be resurrected
shoutouts to the Gita
Mama cita
Idk lol
I got a random burst of energy, started dancing, and spontaneously came up with some of these lines. A fantasy arose of me rapping about the stuff I'm interested in, brown boy producing his own beats, using music to be honest as an outlet to let out my authenticity, semen retention, gleaming, f*cking hoes but not busting, karezza, flipping cars as a modest side hustle and doing a humble flex by not parking up the price hella (hence modest profit), lifting weights at the gym, me flexing I'll beat your ass in pickleball or some sh*t LOL. Some say it may be a waste of my time, but maybe it's something I can try. |
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Yesterday was my birthday. I remained in my bed for the first half of the day, feeling that I had not done much. Thoughts were racing in my head. I was partially bedridden due to me staying up late the day prior at Abigail's birthday party. A significant portion of the day was spent on deciding where we were going to eat, as Lithia Springs is significantly farther from our usual go-to "Indian" restaurant, Mughals. Funnily enough, we just ended up going to Mughals after contemplating for like a solid 30 minutes with the family...
I was writing in a notebook about how birthdays had been one of the best days of my life. For good reason too, because birthdays are days meant to celebrate your being in this world. My previous birthdays, people who I don't interact with too often would wish me happy birthday. |
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