Itch
Itch… Itch… Itch… Itch…
What’s the situation?
I’m standing on a turntable.
Reconciliation with the fables that made up my hell.
I was given stories but wouldn’t buy them now, they wouldn’t sell.
I want something different, give me lenses to retrieve my health.
I’d like an example;
Not looking for a role model.
Not looking to fill your role; you’re inspiring but I can tell
That my identity is not yours.
That my identity is not yours.
My identity is not yours.
No, my identity is not yours.
I was put here for my own reasons.
I’m not big on people pleasing.
My purpose always changes, but cycles back just like the seasons.
I’m big on individuality and community.
I can’t ignore these parts of me. I inhale my own density.
If I was a water glass I’d be thick in viscosity.
It might be hard to get to me but I’m working on my carrying.
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My inner flow and nurturing is crazy when I’m sipping.
It’s even better when I’m pouring; giving and exploring.
Body and spirit get confused sometimes, or maybe that’s just my mind.
Not sure what I’m finding, but I know that there’s this
Itch… Itch… Itch… Itch…
What’s the situation?
I’m standing on a turntable.
Reconciliation with the fables that made up my hell.
I was given stories but wouldn’t buy them now, they wouldn’t sell.
I want something different, give me lenses to retrieve my health.
I don’t believe in meant to be, I believe in consistency.
I’m reading up on manifesting; working with surroundings.
They say see it to believe it; I say be it til you see it.
I believe in intuition, I can hear it so I speak it.
Gotta be it to attract it, keep it moving, can’t stay stagnant.
I’m a magnet for talented homies looking to stay active.
Energy is currency and I’m currently exchanging mine.
I’m water bearer baby, hella proud of my sign.
Itch… Itch… Itch… Itch…
There’s this itch…
There’s this itch…
Itch.
