Текст песни All Limbs Are - Esperanza Spalding

Do your shoulders long
To fold into the arms of your papa
Close, strong
The missing figure is somewhere within they say
But how do we get there?
And who′s gonna raise us till we find it?
If our hearts beat cold, will they skip there?
I'll draw the family tree
Right side up so ancestors rise with me
Holding, this new growth lineage carrying
The scars of our fathers
By branching upon them growth beyond them
In the masculine sacred unfurling