Rising Sun

Beautiful souls not just on the out but the inside

See me glowing, that's why they always giving us the side eye

Low vibrational beings, always trying to cap us to their size

We be like healthy erections at odd times

You can't stop this, still I rise

To the occasion,as I advance

If you bask in my ambiance

Then the conversation won't be so abrasive

For instance, in stance, you won't act so evasive

While overstaying your welcome like colonial powers

Even in your face I can't be devoured

If I come off sweet and sour