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- Brisha Roxberry
- Apr 25, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 4, 2025
I’m about to go crazy
I’m about to be crazed
I’m about to excavate
This being inside the hate
That I tried to stuff away
Or maybe she already ceased
Smoke rising from this burning sage
Lash these demons from my
My, myyyy mind
Whip up some cryptic spells
Internalized afflictions I expel
Drag out my cauldron from underground
The one that I dug up from hell
Conjure up new intentions
Hit them with those high vibrations
Inflict it, make ‘em feel that whiplash
So good they’ll hear stars from greater dimensions
Exalted by intensities
Of these lashed out frequencies
Amassed torments, transforming, turn herstoric
Damn gravity, make ‘em lose all hesitations
Cast that natural euphoric
Exhausted exhortations
Mind intently honed into that wishcraft
Body deeply enriched with light gratification
Soul intertwined in possibilities of captivation
A potion calls for a dash of razzle dazzle
A generous mix of frazzle, entranced in spazzle
Developed the motivation, sprinkled in some pizzazzle
This time intervention, yes I am forizzle
Hop on my broom, zoom through these galaxies




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