I grew up in the ghetto,
but I'm not ghetto.
Don't get me twisted,
Immma roar if I have too,
stand if I need to.
Rise because I will to.
I'm da light,
dats right,
bright,
light,
that shines for God's glory.
The city on the hill,
The light,
The salt,
The sweet smelling fragrance,
The sweet melody,
The sunshine in the rain.
I'm Chrissie Delight
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