When I die and you’re a person who loves me - FRET NOT.
Cause I’ll be ownin that reality and holding any given situation down, wherever I am.
Like God but not as big a shot... and certainly far less demanding of shit, like your admiration, your blind following, or your respect. Although these things, I too, do quietly expect. This is #truth
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