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In my feelings - For Natasha

The story became too heavy I did went on to empty it But I was timid That the outcome could be negative Which could undermine my dignity A few days down the line I did shake heaven and earth And thought it was fine But I invoked your wrath! And heard you wanted to slap me! Principled Ladies, right? But it was my desire To work day and night To lift those principles higher! Self denying ordinances Mom loved daughter and needed no silliness Lest the wedding feast be omitted? Okay! I get it ! And then, where is this coming from? Wait… I hear a whisper about classes Do I belong to the third estate And you? First estate? Oh Lord! But Muhammad married Khadija. So if I earned a billion dollars a week And you earned half a billion Was it gonna be okay? But such that its vice versa I look stupid, right? Is it about the Ferraris, Cadillacs and Jaguars? Of love & intimacy dashed away Cancel the obsession, the infatuation, the crush, the love. Cancel the combination of these And usher generality? Too blind to see? Too bleak to understand? Cast your glance at my heart Hope you see the real me But you won’t understand anything! Lord…. So I gotta shut me trap?Huh? Lest you snap(mbama)? Then I feel stupid. I’m hurt, hurt, hurt! Hurt, hurt! Hurt! (For Miss Natasha-who is principled)

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