 She hits the herbal, finds joy within herself and those within her circle. Those forgiveness is a motor that heals and propels past the limits that are slower than meant to exhale. Even when she vibrate lower, she's celestial. Spirit in each iota and every cell. Hear it, she is the quota of ancestral. Lyrics, a hieroglyphic student of the metaphysics. Move consistent, play position. She don't wrestle with the cynics. Mind her business, let them heckle. They a pebble, she a pendant. She alchemist with the cynics. Turn it into something splendid.