Sa-Roc - Wild Seeds paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Wild Seeds - Sa-Roc



I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
Since I was a small fry, knew I had big dreams
Chased 'em like a rookie after championship rings
Mama told me diamonds from the hardest of bedrock
And if I wanted to glow up, had to polish my spirit clean
'Cause you ain't made for all palates, taste comes acquired
If they can't copy and paste, they'll control-alt-erase your profile
And the debased get that check as if good faith been retired
Keep us silent while we serve as inspiration for hire, absurd
I come from tribal women, gold-fronted and baby-haired
A run in our tennises a mile or two may disturb
Fed the world with our innards, gave 'em housing between these curves
Now the public tenants think they entitled to the reserves
That's a negative like I'm overdrafted
Access to my assets legislated and passed, this here
Craft got me teaching dudes class like the Praxis
'Cause they been tryin' me and my Sojourners just for practice
Whole globe spinning on my double X axis
Graphite-tinted grandmothers in the ashes
I'm the phoenix flingin' winged prayers from my passages
Resurrecting fully-blown dreams from the fractures, Roc
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (one day)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
Everything I am been diagrammed, blueprinted, and planned
Yet everybody throwing their two cent in the can
Lotta treasure had to get off my chest so I'd expand
In heart, light as a feather, in art, a fire brand
No apologies necessary, qualifiers are banned
This is God level, judgment is out humanity's hands
Got a fanbase admiring my touch from the promised land
I'm Tubman, clutching my freedom to bust like a talisman
F your respectability efforts to police me
I'm from where the sharp-tongued, neck-rolling chiefs be
Learned to run with wolves in case a shyst tried to fleece me
Got ice-watered veins from broken life promises, see
Met a gypsy with some door knockers and a quartz rock 'cross her two wrists
Said her temple turned to a fortress 'cause the cost of worship too risky
Spit a universe out the mouthpiece and its seeds out my uterus
Never had a table seat, so I'm chasing bread like it's sacred, call it the Eucharist
Every spoken word invoke women battered but never broken
This that sharecropping, hatchet-toting, poetry in motion
This is TransAtlantic echoes out the floors of salted oceans
Make me a living portrait of my sisters' voices for the culture
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (one day)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did)
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (one day)



Writer(s): Assata Perkins, Ernest Franklin, Moses Sumney


Sa-Roc - The Sharecropper's Daughter (Deluxe Edition)
Album The Sharecropper's Daughter (Deluxe Edition)
date de sortie
21-05-2021




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