Another night slips In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no
Another slips away In other words, I say There are no you should say are no words
Ms. Hill, you got skills, a gift, it's real Get ill, what you spit got the to uplift and heal
I wish I could talk to Lauryn, I mean, excuse me, Ms. And let her know how we love her, it's real The industry was her up Then them demons eatin' her up She need a savior bleed in a cup, yup
We to kick it in the salad days she look at me like she don't know me When she see me I nod, she nod back, how it stay Her songs still than anything out that hot or power play
how they accused her of saying She did her album help she went to Rome to sing and tell the Pope about herself Just after she left the Fugees, started with the Marleys Got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Party
She made songs about Zion and to be faithful Blackstar on tour to Europe, I was so grateful Speaking for but I'm sure I could speak for Dante I got to watch a with Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte
We used to at Nkiru, her moms was a customer She to love to buy the books by Octavia Butler Parable of the Sower, the character's name was Lauren What the album did for black self-esteem was so important
I got when she got sick on the road She heavy, I'm a brother And I wish that I pick up the load, but no
Another slips away In other words, I say There are no you should say There are no
Another slips away In other words, I say There are no you should say are no words
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, real Get ill, what you got the power to uplift the heal
Got her on the the phone, I need to talk to Lauryn And I wanna walk through the And I could be the umbrella when the is pouring Please, this no disrespect to your man is though This relationship is strictly music D'Angelo
I know you hate Babylon and wanna see it But they let you read your poem at the BET awards You give us hope, you us faith, you the one don't like what you got to say but still they beg you to come
Whoa, now that's sis, it's black power We get money, keep our eyes on the hour And no, I ain't saying you Christ, that be sacrilegious right? Them raps the sisters recite their black fist up The devil's last wish is a queen who rise bitches
We used to Francis Crest or anything By third world press press But the power of the word suggest Hatched in our heads like birds in the nest You gave birth to a new sound like West, yes
Should I be saying all of this the mic is on? I might as well let it out because one day I might be I this song and hope you feel how much we love you And you play it 'cause I really ain't got the to say it, but yo
night slips away In words, I should say There are no you should say are no words, yeah, yeah
Another night slips In other words, I say There are no words you say are no words
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, real Get ill, what you spit got the power to and heal
night slips away In words, I should say There are no words you say There are no
night slips away In other words, I say There are no you should say There are no