Molasses (feat. Janae Parsons)
Flávia Simão
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One time for your mind, two times for your spirit Let's make it three times for the lyrics Much love to the record as it spins going errr-it Every time a DJ drops a needle in the divot I hit the booth and I mix it like a chemist Metacognition, metaphor, metaphysics Looking for the truth every time that I spit it A vibe that makes us say, "it's all good" when it isn't In the kitchen, as I'm cooking up another dream In my mind, I can hear my grandmother sing To the tune of an a-melodic oven ding Probably sweet potato pie, or some other thing I don't need a recipe when I can see my destiny Especially since this whole life will be the death of me Regrettably setting the table for the last time You know, I stole them biscuits like a pastime As I atone for all my past crimes I know the moment's over for these sad rhymes I chose joy, for sure, even as a little boy Running 'round the 'Ville, still shy as Illinois Looking at the game and seeing voids That's word to Audre Lorde, I know that anger used does not destroy The hate, I rise above it and rejoice - granny said, use your voice You know you gotta make a joyful noise Work like Booker T. when you're thinking like DuBois Don't be coy, especially when someone's in strife You better be about your business when there's no one in sight And boy, say it with your chest when you're holding the mic And talk about the other side like you know what it's like But I don't - I know you hover over in flight Heaven's newest angel sees my Blackness as light Biscuits and molasses, eyes closed when I bite I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it Thick and bittersweet like my Black is I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it Thick and bittersweet like my Black is When I feel like I can't go on I hear you telling me to be strong And in my mind, I see you on your knees Asking God to cover me I'm here, I'm here Because your voice had found God's ears I hope you're proud of me Memories that were magic I wish we could rehash it Love so sweet still covers me like molasses I know you're up there resting And rest is a blessing But I miss you, I miss you Hope you're proud of me I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it Thick and bittersweet like my Black is I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it Thick and bittersweet like my Black is
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Written by: Donovan Livingston, Janae Parsons
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