Permission (feat. Nubiya Brandon)

It takes me back to my first disappointment

A lingering settlement and a lack of confidence

I spoke many tongues, a lump in my throat to guide the illustration

And I revoked the statement

My duty to others like me can't change who you are

I have knowledge of this anatomy

And it breeds a new kind of segregation

An unforgiving way of colorblind, I see in cities like mine

For a look that's on the cover, I paint a new skin tone, a bone structure

In essence, it's a beauty people lust for

Could it be my anthology is just a rant or a comforting chant?

And have I made my cue point?

You the irregulars, I seek to anoint

For these words, leave a kiss on each ear

I'll make those evil spirits disappear

Permission

How imperious the motion of my teeth that makes a beauty

That has within the truth that we conceal within our history

Perceptions of wealth and perceptions of happiness

Manipulators of ego, they capture this

Need to know I'm giving all you girls permission

Permission to be better than the images you're given

Women who be racist to themselves, It's uninteresting

You have to keep meticulousness in the nest for no stress

I validate the message I embed within myself

'Cause I've also been a victim of these social climate skills

And make me up a dream, make me up a makeup

I give you all my powers and perceives

Monotonous to speakers who said I have no features

No peaches can beach in or ego paint seep in

For I am all the people that you'd like to come and challenge

When you circle round my areas, you're saying problematic

Permission

So concluding this, I seal a message with a kiss

Through my acrimonious fever, sparks the bitterness of the diva

I am so reluctant, knowing I am no perfect subject

As I slip into a magazine (into a magazine)

Which says you aren't what you're supposed to be

If you can change up your figure, you can feel satisfied with him

I paint a new grin, await the agencies to cast you in

And oh, how they'll cast you in

I ride in front of the camera, they say that you are a natural disaster

Like a sudden state of rapture, I steer the person of the master

I am told I do not fit, this is the art that you'd sooner quit

You are the subject that the media just can't get down with