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I draw pride from being myself.
Not from my past,
Not from my history,
Where I came from,
Where I once called home.
No.
I don’t generate pride from any of that.
That’s probably why the naysayers call me prideful,
Because I ride full,
Of the substance of a self made millionaire,
I am idealionaire,
Making trillions off self assessed ideals,
While self perceived dumb niggas slip on mental banana peels,
I peel off,
Let me steez, I pull awf,
Then scoff,
I love being me,
And I love the fact that He,
Who resides in the heavens mated this soul,
To this body,
To this spirit, to this mind.
I’m one of a kind,
That’s just where my pride originates.

FKJR

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