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Can a prophet still speak when his time passes?
What's an "influencer" who never had the masses?
Whatever happens to your mission when it hits a setback?
If it crumbles does that mean you never had the passion?
Sittin still, the world is movin ever faster
Never popped a pill but I've been high on my own satisfaction
Hit the gas at 25 and sped thru all the crashes
Lookin back, like, maybe I shoulda asked directions
Comparisons, funds become embarrassing
Considering my marriagе and my message, tried to balancе things
Friends make Facebook posts about the joys of parenting
And I'm like, look, that one single got a lot of streams

But I'm still out here in the studio to make a change
Believing that these words can heal and that it just takes faith
Produce a dose of hope, and inject it in the veins
Magic - how it works, even if the doctor's strange
Been sayin prayers that my lifetime might be used well
My momma named me as a healer, and she chose well
Talkin to her back home, she said "I'm so proud
What you give the youth with all a the stories you tell"
Still, I got a lot more questions than I do answers
But I've learned to do dishes and to love dances
Don't know what lies ahead but that’s become standard
I moved to LA with no plans except to take chances

And I've spent these years, written them in my poems
To bless you with the stories that I carry in my bones
When I’m layin in my tomb, they will write it on my stone
And my children and their children will always have it be known
That their ancestors and parents fought through racism and wrongs
In a world that rejected them but still they made their own
And the music that I make might be forgotten before long
But if I lay a single brick to build a future - I reached my goal

To make it home
To make a home
To make our home

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