 I want to invite you guys too, I know that we, we tend to get a lot of people really attentive and listening, but just feel your vibes, just have fun, we're in a home, we're not in a venue, we're in a home, which is the blessing, so it could be as weird and open as we would like to be. Because you must want my pretty wings wrapped around your bro. This is my own, it's a temporary, that's how I keep control of something you can press on, baby. Raise the shadow, sweet, little pearls that will touch on the concrete. Yes and more, don't you hesitate, girl, I'll put your, let your head down. Get your dream, you're so silly, silly, so silly. You gotta love that afro head, dude. You're so nice, gonna be a white place, cause I thought that you don't even have to try. Self esteem song, this is a self esteem song for people who are brown, who needed a song to say, you can do what you want, if you're okay, just the way you are. And one of the things I love so much about growing up is that we have an African dinner, African Irish dinner being served to us, and feel like I have some solidarity in that. So if it's cool with you guys, I just want to sing this bridge one more time, but slower, so we can all appreciate this song for what it is. It's by Corinne Bailey, right, it's not my song, and it's absolutely amazing. So is that okay with you? It was more just pity for pity's sake, some nights it kept me awake cause, cause I thought that I was stronger, we're gonna realize, that we don't even have- Now just think of all the things that were the way, and in my head I've been since I've come on home. Wish you'd change your hair, to dress. Won't you come on over, just stop making a drink. Put your house up for sale, did you get a good lawyer? Did you have to, or are you dodging all that to dress? Won't you come on over, just stop making a fool out. Now you're the way, and wish you'd change your hair. Won't you come on over, just stop making a- Talking from sale, did you say it was a little bit of money? I want you to drive to the fire, just cross the border and into the city. Good jobs, find a seat where it needs to be. Driving in your car, your speed is the best. Feel like I was drunk, silly life. Silly life, they are the first. Now I'm just a nice wrapped around my shoulder, and I Had a feeling that I am belong. Had a feeling. Could be someone, could be someone. Could be someone, could be someone. Could be someone, could be someone. Could be someone, could be someone. He lives with a buttless weight, he said his body's too- His body's too- So I quit school, that's what I did. Would you stay out drinking late at the bar, and see more of your- Keep on driving. I only dress for half a gram, but I hit the thrift store. Can't keep your dude from calling me. Know you're used to stalking, changing the way you're talking. Putting the pictures with your goodies out, looking naughty. But I rock the hottest button. Cause I don't even dance enough behind me trying to touch it. I don't know who told you to put in all your business. I wouldn't give you anything. I said who the hell raised you? Who the hell raised you? So, so, so drunk. Try to put me- I could escape. I lost the best baby. And then I- Rate them still, rate them still, rate them still. We need to start enlightening each other's minds before I walk away from myself and go somewhere looking for someone or something else. And that's not why I began this relationship. You know it's exhausting, the energy it's costing to live you. To hold no one and nothing, not even myself above you. You see, it's not my style to just love and run, but you seem to think you'll get the moon while disregarding the sun. And love is not a conquest. It's just two people. And when they're together, they're at their best. But lately my best has been taking a rest and somehow managed to manifest it to anger and sadness. What happened to the gladness? What happened to the sweaty nights under our coverings? What happened to the intellectual nights of analyzing each other? What happened to the boy I was convinced proved he was a man? Just by holding my- Rate them still, rate them still, rate them still, rate them still a long way. Rate them still, rate them still. At first I thought that I was in love with the idea of being in love, but now I know that that is a phrase used to popular my love, to underhand my love of people who don't understand my love. This love is my love. My love for you is Aphrodite born on land and sand instead of water, and theorem is an Egypt bearing a pharaoh. Say I could never squeeze you into human curiosity, because I don't think that now. And I'm willing to put up with a whole lot of shit for this little bit of feeling and explain except of pain. And when we fight, I'm really yelling help, because I've lost more to you than I could ever gain. I'm so upset that I refuse to be subjected to these fools who abuse and then protect it with an excuse that I love you. When I look at you, I see a million niggers locked in the cage, finding Hades damning himself for releasing the Titans. I see a man and a boy who's afraid to be disappointed. I see your inner king in the very day that he was anointed. I see slavery abolished but never set free. Matter of fact, some days I can even see all this fighting. Before I can recognize your face and a smile. Before you become a layers of baggage blocking my Nile, because the truth is at the end of the day that I don't have the energy to be your enemy. So you have to find a friend of me. Your hatred have to end in me. I'm afraid I'm still a long way. I'm afraid I'm still a long way. Trying to date on you, she's my new perspective on you. The King's in jail, she broke your throat and she cut your head. I've seen that church, and I've walked that floor. 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