BLESSINGS ANYWAY BRO
I wonder if you know how ridiculous it was
For you to put your nose in the air
Greeted by your nostrils and your high-post glare
Brotha, your so-called status don’t make you a King
It don’t set you nowhere up high above me
And at first I took offense to this
Because I showed you love
And received an undeserved diss
But one thing that I know for sure
There is something to be said about success and doors
I hope that you get grounded pretty soon
Before that door of upper echelon closes on you
Because talent and prosperity is provided to us by grace
And what is given can surely be taken away
by Nadira Norjahan
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