(feat. Esthero)



[Chorus:]

I am the virgin, I'm the whore

So you won't push a brother, don't leave

I am the goddess, I'm the sky

I give you room to make you fly

So why, why

Don't you recognize me anymore?



[Zion:]

An open letter to you sister

Mother, wife, and girlfriend

Hope to make it better before we reach the world's end

Spin, through centuries of hypocrisy when

Patriarchy subjugated your biology, ya

Divine feminine was always kept hidden

You know I love my mama, called you freak ‘cause I was trippin

Take you for granted, man, I've often been the culprit

But I'm crypted when I stand like a preacher in this pulpit

Sex symbols like all imitation

A trophy, not a wife but you're the queen of creation

More than a beauty but it's harder to see

We told to never cry, hoes down, up G's, but

You gave birth to me, sacred like the Earth to me

Blessed, never cursin' me, your love is what these verses be

Adam and Eve in the Garden, believe

Better learn to work together or there'll be no seeds

I'm runnin' home to you, nothin' else I'd rather do

Apologize for all the madness that I put you through

It's true:

I'm just a flawed human being

Tryin' to get it right; be my God ‘cause I'm needin' YOU.



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[Grouch:]

To be the bearer of life

What's the like? Still spit on

Mama raised me right

That's the track I'm ‘bout to get on

Had to pay y'all back

Women: you're the ones who are real strong

And I don't feel good how we treat you on a hill wrong

Feel lungs breathe (breathe )

She's the equal I need

Mother Earth made her, as soft as the breeze

And if I take advantage, what's that make me?

Someone I couldn't stand if seen on TV

So I

Flip the channel, damsels in distress now

Get a handle on myself and my sex-style

I turn reptile

All the men around me gave me the wrong pep-talk

Man, I shoulda crept off

My sister wept, my wife fell, my grandma died

And my daughter's got three months to arrive

That's some vibe

And player, if I'm the king of my tribe

Who's my goddess, queen? On the side I see why (why )

She's the sky to my dirt road

Not the target of my aggression, stresses, and sperm loads

If burnt toast and eggs is all you need her for... 

I hope she feeds your fall (fall [echoes])



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