new Aurora//B.C.E. Lyrics

I scribe scriptures intermittent

Persist on distance

From dismissive portraits of my pigment rendered in low fidelity

Committed to asserting my truth like Penelope

Committed to discerning the roots of my dissident ways

Since 17, my mind been bogged by Babylon energy

She said my strokes are like calligraphy

Spilt blood, the first love

Warm sun, warm spirits

I had a vision of my grandmother

Prepping stew in the green apron now treasured by my mother

Stovetop brews

Cornbread yellow as bellies

Aroma like no other spilling through tin roof

Sun reflecting off blue wall paint chips

We were content two stepping

Yeah

Dancing in the ashes from my world ending

I can't pretend

Shunned onto a carriage where the rays never kissed

Tender moments I retrospectively missed

I wasn't born in bliss, but with blisters

Feet yearning to put ten toes into the soil

So they can relate to the bodies that came before you

My rose petals yet to coil

I don't plan on losing steam like the kettle boiled

Dancing in the ashes from my world ending

Last week I finally crossed that street where a little girl had laid deceased

Conjoined to places plus faces

My serotonin depletes

Decentralise how I move, not culling me with such ease

Snap my Oyster after travel

I'm just cutting my teeth

They ain't fucking with we

The mind in and of itself is its own place

It can make hell of heaven or heaven of hell

And if you're headed where I'm headed

You'd live at your own pace as well

It's no race

The mind in and of itself is its own place

It can make hell of heaven or heaven of hell

And if you're headed where I'm headed

You'd live at your own pace as well

It's no race

Estou cansado

Cansado

There's something I'm uncertain about

There's something I'm uncertain about

Estou cansado