Carla the Poet - Karma Lyrics

Creating a diamond, I guess this the pressure that's built on my genes
I got to reveal all this karma this dharma upon you, the truth got to bling
When the light goes dim and the surface is dull
Will you stick to your ground or you swing
Back and forth be no more, ain't got time for lying and moving uncertainty
Guess I got to revert to me, chasing the bag but got time to breathe
Can't be timid, no limits, I'm moving and making these waves where the urchins be
Coming through like the Jokers
No more locking doors, cause I cannot divert the dream
Got to release the worst in me
Healing my traumas, revert to free
Watching these comas come through like whoa
Stick to the path that you know
Brace for impact, watch me blow
Keeping this tact in my soul
Addressing the masses with gold
Guess you can that it's love
Know I'ma keep it a buck
Toughen my stance through the mud

Got to loosen up my strut, I know
Can't be stuck, I know
Hit that WD for my 40s, rollin up the blow
Talking dutch with my lady she spitting that wine got me struck, I know
Now I'm up, I know
And its stuck, I know

Stick to the grooves
In my brain, I beckon to choose
You follow me now or copy the moves
But this custom, my seams never loose
Got a grip on my hustle, Indeed I'ma boost
Take it back, back, back to my roots
Where we fancy the shawl, and we grounding our boots
Got me dancing in style, and connect to my fruit
Stay on the prowl, I'ma predator too
Watching me prey, I'ma hunt down my truth
Cannot take from me now cause I'm high in pursuit
And I move like the Dogons, my synergy boosts
Can't be picking the practice, packing what I shoot
Can't catch me lacking, stacking armor too
Stay from the cracking, racking up my youth
They can't attack me, Neo when I move
I'ma stray from the yakking, talking only come in the booth
You oughta know how I move
Stick to the gravel, improve
Eating these commas like food
Catching the signs from above
Guess you can that it's love
Know I'ma keep it a buck
Toughen my stance through the mud

But I loosen up my strut, I know
Can't be stuck, I know
Hit that WD for my 40s, rolling up the blow
Talking dutch with my lady she spitting that wine got me struck, I know
Now I'm up, I know
And its stuck, I know