"💜 I was stuck in bed the last week dying with a fever to pull myself together f" – RHYME, February 10, 2025

💜 I was stuck in bed the last week dying with a fever to pull myself together for the stage tonight in Tokyo, after I felt so much energy from singing with everyone that I came back and had to hit this poem “settle” In the comfort of my sickness it brought up a lot of uncomfortable realities, to settle or to not? Anxiety comes when there is great change or as I like to say “growing pains” If we choose comfort over truth then we let more than 1 dream down, this permeates the world’s dreams. Continue to step up and push yourself, don’t settle for anything but your highest self. My voice should go back to normal next few days then I’ll be in the studio recording again, not settling for anything less than legendary 💜

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