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I Woke Up Like Dis (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

why do we think we have to shrink ourselves to deserve love? that's such fucked up thinking i unsubscribe to that i'm fucking fierce flawlessly flawed i'll wear my crown without falling down i'll never shrink again i'll grow into something you never saw coming done with the negativity of competitive behavior i'm my own man i have balls i have courage i stand tall as fuck i'm equally proud of who i am and where i've been i've been down i've had my dick dragged through the dirt i've beat myself up i've felt fat i've punished myself i've sabotaged relationships that i didn't think i deserved FUCK THAT no one is worth shrinking for god damnit put your fists up in the air be who you are own it own that shit rock it i went to bed feeling insecure but i work up like dis different attitude about me about life about we about how i'll respond i won't judge you i won't judge me i'll just ride the moment like a surfboard enjoying the majesty of the world around me and how God created me in His image so fuck what the haters think you are what you believe and i believe i'm fierce like a lion

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