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“Where she at?”
Lookin' out Hand to brow
Can’t wait to welcome her back
I lost her some time-sad times-long-time Ago
Can’t say I didn’t search for her tho
And I know she know
Gettin' the downloads
Lord knows,
I talk to myself
Wisdom is wealth
Lord know…
Heavenly Father in the forest
Heard my fall and the chorus
He saw me blow— the embers into fire
How I work my chores—never tire
Even though I was exhausted
Even when I lost it—The Flame stayed
Bed made— The Calvary never came—
undismayed... indeed did the rains
Every time they say my name
In prayer or to shame
It watered my garden...
While Me and Wilson perfected my Harden
SHOT
Guess I use what I got
Cry Me a Dove...
I said," it’s a volley", But no Love
‘Cept Out here in the Forrest
Drinkin' ginny, wit no Jenny
and no sound to show for it
No hype man to go for it
But I had a fire, wood for shelter
And blood in my veins,
Heavenly Sunshine, And hubris rains
I know why the tree fall n why caged birds sings
And I can’t wait to meet New E, with Old Me
who I came through the forest to be...
Integrated
It’s our birthday
Happily-wish-we Happy belated
Hand to brow-it-was-written-it-was-fated
(listening to "Bloom" by bLACK pARty 0:22) written now
PS... maybe you're jsut like my mutha
