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