A divine rap inspired by a late night hostel recording session
Studio sessions
I’m countin my blessins
Language connectin
Me straight up to heaven
Pray on 8 counts like 11:11
& balance yo chakras from uno to seven
Worry bout nothin
Cause Goddess providin
Deep breath I be ridin
Myself I feel pride in
There’s no need for hidin
The voice deep inside when I go to the forest & seek out some guidance
Spittin the medicine
Into your head again
Think I was heaven sent
Become the president
Of my subconscious & all of my patternin
Spreadin awareness & teachin to love again
I am in love again
Loving myself again
Open my heart for alignment to flood right in
Speakin my thoughts in a rhyme to make sense of it
Feelin the benefit
Writing as medicine
(March 27th, 2022)