Another slips away In words, I should say There are no you should say are no words
Another night slips In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's 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 much we love her, it's The was beatin' her up Then demons started eatin' her up She a savior that'll bleed in a cup, yup
We to kick it in the salad days When she look at me like she don't 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 without help Then she went to Rome to sing and tell the Pope herself Just after she left the Fugees, started rolling with the Got back with her crew at Chapelle's Block Party
She made songs Zion and trying to be faithful Took Blackstar on to Europe, I was so grateful for myself but I'm sure I could speak for Dante I got to watch a show Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte
We used to chill at Nkiru, her was a customer She used to love to buy the by Octavia Butler Parable of the Sower, the character's name was Lauren the album did for black girls' self-esteem was so important
I got when she got sick on the road She ain't heavy, I'm a And I wish that I pick up the load, but no
Another slips away In words, I should say There are no words you say There are no
Another night away In words, I should say There are no words you say are no words
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, real Get ill, you spit got the power to uplift the heal
Got her assistant on the the phone, I need to to Lauryn And I walk through the storm And I could be the when the rain is pouring Please, this no disrespect to whoever man is though relationship is strictly music like D'Angelo
I know you hate Babylon and wanna see it But they won't let you read your poem at the BET You us hope, you give us faith, you the one They don't like what you got to say but still beg you to come
Whoa, now that's powerful sis, it's power We get money, our eyes on the final hour And no, I saying you Christ, that would be sacrilegious right? Them the sisters recite with their black fist up The devil's wish is a queen who rise past bitches
We to read Francis Crest or anything By third world will press But what the power of the suggest Hatched ideas in our heads birds in the nest You gave to a new sound like Donda West, yes
Should I be saying all of this the mic is on? I might as well let it out because one day I be gone I write this song and you feel how much we love you And you it 'cause I really ain't got the words to say it, but yo
Another night away In words, I should say There are no words you say are no words, yeah, yeah
Another night slips In words, I should 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 power to and heal
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 are no words you should say There are no