White Lilies like nodes of fate on geometric spaces tied to dates they say things happen for a reason and Gods timing isn’t up for debate But what do you do in the meantime tryna stay away from all this hate telling everyone you’re doing great while feeling yourself being twisted and pained just praying you don’t disintegrate always finding another way outta that checkmate
Searching for a path to your liberated state Outrunning all these people attempting to stop your growth rate, fucking up your figure eight Knowing they’re still in a sleep state And you haven’t even made it outta the starting gate
None of this shit is up for debate When they’re telling you to acclimate To these new tactics that intimidate & dominate You just can’t relate Even when you know you ain’t no lightweight
So you fixate on that clean slate, to reactivate, rejuvenate, reanimate your real state to recapture and reintegrate into your sovereign state
Fuck all that shit telling you to reincarnate We ain’t no initiate We have Soulmates in the realms of the Highest State We ain’t even in the same class, mate With all these irate ingrates tryna dictate how I’m gonna narrate what type of world I’m able to create