I make u turns.
If my flow is approaching a halting existence, my wheels turn.
Ill ride it out til the end in the right direction.
But, I must find the way.
The GPS is the new skool phase.
My old soul still thrives from southern ways.
Commercial appeal tells you where to go.
Figured out they only think that know what they know.
The power of the people is lost in our minds.
We worry instead of watching God’s eyes.
My rhythm is steady, rolling with the universe.
Stretching every bone to break man’s curse.
Tear down the people with wine and starvation.
Have hungry eyes approaching damnation.
Give me a sign, tell me to hold fast.
Dreams deferred shall come to pass.
Follow and Listen as the wind gives you signs.
Reach out your hand for brothers every time.
A bondservant is humble, loving and kind.
The values we bury with darkness in mind.
The power of the people is lost in our minds.
In shambles, we are reckless.
I stress this.
In and out of my head I search for a solution.
Allow my people to overcome the illusion.
Tear us from confusion.
Allow knowledge, courage and confidence to bridge the fusion.
Single mother’s; depressed.
Drug addict. Incest.
No more.
We are queens, not whores.
I make u turns.
Life’s halts don’t exist.
No stopping.
