Lyrics Grateful - Sage Poet

I am the aggregation of all the ancestors
Transmuting oppressed flesh into deathless blessing
Of the dark shadows to bright lighting projections
Fresh as a rose my gold petals perfection
Will protect us from the fallen angelic genetic weapons
Fellas that threaten Orisha sisters from heaven
San Goddess from the desert wrestles volcanic pressure
Birthing the future super Tumbuka dwellers
Pretty cold as the snow, hot as Kalahari
Goddess poet from the Henga valley, north of Malawi
Phoka's holders of the magic something I carry
A lotus I am moulded from Goddess Ng'ambis
Cut from the Nya Unthali's my mother's aunties
I celebrate them embrace it with cadence
Of my blood and my love from above in obeisance
To divine twelve tribes I am integrating

Cemented is reverence for ancestors
For my presence on earth to be accepted
By the elders of the legend indebted to be on record
Goddess composing the notes of omnipresence
Forming symmetry of symphonies vision cosmic perfection
Krystal geometry artistry that expresses
Code of the law of one as songs in my genetics
Healing Ubuntu guru's passive aggression
To be one forever ness never been separate
Never been drooling for urine the devils credits
Solid I am holistic mystic the mission will keep progressing
Towards authentic perfect heavenly essence
Spirals down from infinity magnanimity is extra
Crystallized to a mammal narrow the entrance
Through the body of a womb man Goddess always been testing
Goddess is cursed while blessed birthing existence

Indivisible renaissance always blooming
Bringing unity in the mist of confusion
I begin at the ending infinity keeps it moving
Mothered Shango same Heru but Yoruban
I am that perfect tapestry artistry that is resuming
Your epic legend incredible human
Future cat from the desert of Kemet lioness Judah
I am Bantu birthed Dravidian Cubans
Future mystery I am predicted in visions and little glimpses
A stairway to the heaven for the ancestors
I am the memories they carried Believing they will never perish
The conscious is golden oldest of relics
Like a spark so divine I shine nothing compares it
And not even diamonds in massive carats
I am the art that is designed in times your not angelic
'Cause I am a gift the present queen to be cherished