A girl with kinky kurlz and Afrikan curves...trying to make her way back to the New Jerusalem....
Back to my roots where I was born under water...no, not with 3 dollars and 6 dimes like that other chick...maybe a nickel and 2 pennies but that was it.
I'm on my way to the promise land
Tread the earth on bare foot with an ankh in my hand
Like when Nerfertari received life from Isis
I leave Babylon no longer a slave to this identity crisis
Trying to find my way back home - with my face towards the east
Back to where I felt the immense love - get away from this AmeriKKKan beast.
I'm that durrty Georgia red clay gul trying to rejoin her hip hop Shona king...
I sometimes see him in my dreams, long dreads, colors of Jah
With him at my side, we can run this thing
We found each other somewhere east of Afrika and then he followed me back here to Atlanta - capital of the South
I hung on his every word, never saw his eyes - just the poetic words flowing from his mouth
"Your words feed me." remember when I told you that, my Zimbabwean king?
No, not that prince living the Zim life but the one who migrated in order to find himself - the one who now resides in the New Jerusalem.
First we will find each other once again and then set up camp between the two rivers.
Once we make our pilgramage to Axum, we can return to the holy land and cultivate our kingdom.
I promise to hold your sweet head in my lap as you tell me your plans
Lift you up and glorify you as a black man
To be your wife, your lover, your best friend
To my love there will never be an end
I'm that eccentric, off the wall sistah from the ATL
Trying to get back on your trail
Stuck just to the left of the middle of nowhere
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