
Divide


When all
is alright
And alright
Is all poetic
Beat up the worry,
I’m done with the skress
Beat up the lie,
Imma pick up the mess
Beat up the shame,
Imma let go of regret
Beat up my mind,
I will not be depressed
Beat up the doubt,
I was made for success
Not insecure,
I was made from the Best
If it’s my
Heart, my soul
Imma show it