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ion fuck with none of these spirits

i don't even know to call them demons or just some motherfuckers that are different from me.

knowing my own affirmations aint easy

not knowing boils the pit of my inside.

that's the main shit that gives me anxiety.

i aint like these other niggas at all

i do know im different.

this trap shit of the new era leave me feeling irry and i don't fcuk with that shit at all.

its not me. none of this shit is me. 

that spirit i had as a kid was me. 

when my imagination grew free of judgement

not giving a fuck about what anybody thinks

visualizations of being alone in a jungle surviving off of what mother nature gives me.

i know to trust mother nature because i know she loves me.

providing me with sunlight, beautiful oxygen from the trees

a place where i will never be afraid of bees.

a place physically i can go and mentally write infinite amounts of poetry on

i may not know alot of shit but i do know

when someone loves me.

as generations go by, shit gets harder to cme by

and pain from my ancestors and whats left before me is in my heart

i mean i don't even want to say i ignore  it, ut rather not knowing what to d about it

i feel that shit every day, how the fuck can i even ignore it?

im different as i said before. it eats at me to fit into these energies that are not me