š¹ To the Most High
š¹ To the Most High The crown chose me, I ain't choose, Like Esther, like David, I was built in the truth. The WHO tried to tarnish my glow from the youth, But pressure makes diamonds, and proof is the proof. Sometimes the ones that birth us bring the most disaster, Jealousy, envyāhatred moves faster. Demonic possession, a sinister master, Tryna pull me under, but Iām climbing right past her. My mother played the board, thirteen with the curse, That sex fiend demon been lurking since birth. It clings to my spirit, tryna pull me in dirt, But I break every chain āfore it drags me in worse. I tried to escape, so many times ran, But evil got roots where the bloodline stands. It seeps through the cracks, but I sharpened my hands, Turned lessons to weapons, now I take my stand. But stillāI love you, Mom, for all that you taught, For every hard lesson, for every war fought. Even through disease, you showed me my lot, How to cut out my own when their hearts start to rot. And for that, I thank you, I see it so clear, You trained me, you shaped me, you placed me right here. Didnāt know my destiny, but you made me prepared, To lead out the people, no chains, no fear. This oneās for you, and your lessons so tough, For the battles, the struggles, the pain, the rough. I rise from the ashes, I carry enough, Crowned by the Most Highāno demon can touch.
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š¹ To the Most High The crown chose me, I ain't choose, Like Esther, like David, I was built in the truth. The WHO tried to tarnish my glow from the youth, But pressure makes diamonds, and proof is the proof. Sometimes the ones that birth us bring the most disaster, Jealousy, envyāhatred moves faster. Demonic possession, a sinister master, Tryna pull me under, but Iām climbing right past her. My mother played the board, thirteen with the curse, That sex fiend demon been lurking since birth. It clings to my spirit, tryna pull me in dirt, But I break every chain āfore it drags me in worse. I tried to escape, so many times ran, But evil got roots where the bloodline stands. It seeps through the cracks, but I sharpened my hands, Turned lessons to weapons, now I take my stand. But stillāI love you, Mom, for all that you taught, For every hard lesson, for every war fought. Even through disease, you showed me my lot, How to cut out my own when their hearts start to rot. And for that, I thank you, I see it so clear, You trained me, you shaped me, you placed me right here. Didnāt know my destiny, but you made me prepared, To lead out the people, no chains, no fear. This oneās for you, and your lessons so tough, For the battles, the struggles, the pain, the rough. I rise from the ashes, I carry enough, Crowned by the Most Highāno demon can touch.