[ Featuring The Bangas ]
I like how you don't mind opening all the doors to yourself
That you trust that you'll find the key
Even if it's hard to find you trust that it's in your possession that God gave it you
You're not traveling alone you see you'll always make it home
And home is where the heart is not where you start kid so
Even when you roam you home, yes indeed
You're safe in the arms that made you
In the God that raised you in the gift that creates in you
You're more than The songs they sing too
Don't get lost In the page
Or the golden stages hue
For you have shined a bright light since you were in utero
A poet since 2 years old
Speaking half god
And whatever else you chose too
I believe in you just want you to know
I believe in you
I love you through all of your phases
I've watched you through all of your stages of growth
I've seen you spill I love you still
Open to thyself
Sometimes I wonder how much fight I got in me
Then I remember I'ma queen in the serengeti a legion of soldiers angels wings
And my daddy protect me and carry all the loads that's heavy
I got this even when I feel like motivation has left me
I got this when my prayers have no words
I got this and my knees don't feel like bending I'll make them
And when I win
I want a parade I want a golden medallion
I want a bright stage and a Purple Heart
For all the battles I've won
For all the wars I've lost
All the stars I've caught
I want the longest Victory lap around heaven
And when I hold the torch
I love you through all of your phases
I've watched you through all of your stages of growth
I've seen you spill I love you still
Open to thyself
Whenever you're sad or just lonely
When songs have no words or no meaning
Remember this poem you're never alone
Open to thyself
I've petitioned for paradise
Made a sacrifice of my parade
Dancin' in falling rain
Umbrellas and sugar cane
A brown ballerina
Tip toeing on a golden stage
Running from a certain fame
From these nasty games
I've petitioned for paradise
Made a sacrifice of my parade
Dancin' in falling rain
Umbrellas and sugar cane
A brown ballerina
Tip toeing on a golden stage
Running from a certain fame
From these nasty games
