[Verse 1: Deacon]

I'm waiting for growth to show up and for hope to manifest

3 A.M.? I'm awaiting awake to hand me rest

Fate to send caress and a face that I can feel

With weight from heavy breasts

An embrace that makes me chill

Grace that human males can't feel

Unless he builds with a female until time stands still

When we take off our shells and chill

All before fingers learn bodies like we got blindman skill

She speaks no evil but says whatever

After Shaking up bed-feathers still prays together

On a parlay flip, permenant private party trip

The next Ruby and Ossie Davis, I'm talking great shit

Up walking late, lit. 4:25, high

Her mighty fine  thighs silhoutted by sky-rise

Place the know how, behind my eyes

To take something unfortunate

And show them they're a fortune in my life

Look KY side, lend me a hand, send me a plan

A Remy Shand message of love, tell Cupid we fam'

And to clock something that'll learn who I am

As I learn with, chillin out, watching our hourglass sands



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[Verse 2: Deacon]

Spent Pubescent years, blessed with peers I could trust

Spinning records to a game of checkers after dusk

Laughter rushes out of mouth, clutchin my stomach, abs burning

From fast learning, not cash earning

Cause we wasn't really on 'at yet, just yes' y'alling

At this point, our lil' brainchild was hardly crawling

But had fallen enough times to keep a niggaz head strong

Fucked with enough spiders to charm a mama leglong

We's dead wrong, many days and nights

Trying strange thangs

From jane to cane and variants of the same change

Get trapped, you off map, no Peter Pan scenes

Where everythings tight and lily whiter than Klan dreams

Tryna get something ripe, a nice woman queen

Stay strong and fight life, like Sudan kings

Pray to make cents for giving

And make sense out of living

Lord give me patience to gain wisom, please



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