Do you know where you’re going to? Have you ever loved a thing so much it was hurting you? Have you ever turned your back on your bliss tho’ you wanted to lift up its face and embrace it like lovers do? I look around and I see things that remind me if I don’t live it now one day my life will be behind me and the gifts that I said I would leave for the children will just be broken promises I doubt I’ll be forgiven So I'm gon' keep writing  'til i reach my grave poetic compositions like sermons on Sundays try to stop me, I won't listen like a slave Imma runaway I found somthin' I love now Imma hold on and make it stay I gon' keep writing and this bliss will stay Bliss like the first kiss my first lover gave just like the first time that first love was made These things are gone like waves washed away. But I'll keep on writing so this bliss will stay 2. My words are glyphs like symbols in caves the last thing you’ll find when all memories fade Time won’t erase these words I recite so deep from the heart so dark in the night I keep this in mind my soul and my sight Time is a myth entangled in lies we are the gifts Eternal, Divine You are the blessing I am the bliss We are the dreams that Hollywood missed when it made those fake things for us to believe in got me working so hard I cant hardly believe in the truths I once knew now my life has no meanin’ But nothing ignites the soul like a flame mystical lyricals heal the deepest of pain I submit to The One who is known by many names don’t ask how I got here just know that I came and I'll keep on writing 'til I reach my grave 3. With their calendars, clocks, and watches they try to constrain and constrict us but you are like I a twine in the rope of the ancestors’ line a shift in thought a new paradigm You are like I a Transcender of time a Surpasser of limits a Master of minds I'll write my dreams all over these walls scribble on napkins and leaves when they fall when Babylon crumbles Imma leave when it falls but until the time comes I'm gon' answer to the call And all of their lies we can burn them to ash blow past the cinders of spells thats been cast set free the children and tell them at last who they are now is a wish from the past Some try to confuse us and keep us enchained I’ll never change It’s too late to behave I’ll keep on writing until this bliss fades until there are no more words and there’s nothing left to say Until God don’t exist and there’s no one left to pray Until my last breath is the wind that blows itself away I’ll keep on writing and this bliss will stay Bliss like the first kiss my first lover gave Just like the first time that first love was made These things are gone like waves washed away, but I'll keep on writing this bliss will stay

He’s sweet and he’s lovely Him so sweet and him love me He’s sweet and he's lovely Him so sweet and him love me I like the way he caress me The way he bring out the best in me He call my name so affectionately This kind of love is so necessary Il est bien et il m’aime Il est à moi et je l’aime Il m’adore comme sa reine Il m’appelle une sirène Oo, he call me MamiWata Then he protect me like a daughter He give me the space when I need He treats me royally He should know ‘cause he a king This love is pure and it’s clean He’s sweet and he love me Him so sweet and him love me He’s sweet and he's lovely Him so sweet and him love me He smile like flowers in bloom Smell like frankincence too And every little thing I do He think I’m just so cute mon cheri, mon dou dou Il dit: <<mwen aimes you>> et quand je suis loin il dit: <<ou ka manché mwen>> For some, love has been kind for me, it’s been hard to find or maybe just hard to keep but this time love's for me when we fuss we still respect when we make up, you know what’s next He’s sweet and he’s lovely Him so sweet and him love me He’s sweet and he's lovely Him so sweet and him love me Some I see full of pretense They act in love, but they pretend Flaunt and throw they love around but how they act, no one's around? Are they still sweet and tender? When she speaks does he hear her? When he needs, does she support him? So he can know his love’s important? it’s what you do behind closed doors that really makes this thing yours Mine is so sweet and tender Him so good I surrender He's sweet [and he's lovely] Him so sweet [and him love me] He's sweet [and he's lovely] Him sweet [and him love me ] Il me prend dans ses bras comme lui il n'y en a pas je lui dit: <<t'en fais pas car je t'aime oh là là>> He's sweet and he's lovely Him so sweet and him love me Ahh so sweet and so lovely mmm sweet and him love me

The industrial media complex gives little black girls a complex It’s hard to explain it’s complex it’s not just music it’s context Cuz pimps don’t take vacations they hustle on streets and your local radio stations while rappers instruct on fallation Lil’ Deja sing along as if under sedation childhood lost in hypermasculine imaginations In any other situation this would be child pornography or child exploitation with lyrical sodomy It’s the FM version but I still cringe inside of me they undress my femininity like there’s no soul inside of me and we dance to the assault accessories to the crime while radios are programming music and our minds 2. When Tiffany sees mirrors there’s a vacancy she only sees a body that she’s learning to use enticingly She’s 10 But kids are grown these days she got a phone and a facebook and the Electromagnetic waves are morphing her identity to fit inside a tv screen to fit inside the image of a weak MC’s rhyme scheme filled with auditory fallacies of what a woman ought to be and likely he doesn't like women actually he just wants to destroy and incarnate them gradually In this neo-American slavery the Tiffanys and the Dejas are taught that they are the sum of their sexual stimulation mama will preach to them but they run into the same old situation cuz pimps don’t take vacations they hustle on streets and radio stations And this wicked industrial complex has target our girls from the onset of all the sex trafficking victims 40 percent got black in them I am the bringer of life from the heavans and I still can’t escape the sexism 3. Like false prophets and all that nonsense they paint fake portraits of us for their profits the world sees us through their eyes as an object But our minds are vast like the ocean our beauty is complete as we are while they chant all that noise and commotion our presence shines bright from afar Together we’ll walk through the fire we’ll make of the smoke our shield and this dirty media complex will burn to death at our heels The brothers who love us will join us and their love will protect and support us We’ll bask in our own divinity like sunlight and sunrays and someday , they’ll all say that woman is the door to experience... Infinity