Another night slips In words, I should say There are no you should say There are no
Another night away In words, I should say There are no you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, real Get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift and
I wish I could to Lauryn, I mean, excuse me, Ms. Hill And let her know how much we love her, real The industry was her up Then them demons eatin' her up She need a that'll bleed in a cup, yup
We to kick it in the salad days When she look at me like she know me she see me nowadays I nod, she nod back, that's how it Her songs still better than out that hot or power play
Remember how they her of saying She did her album help Then she went to Rome to and tell the Pope about herself Just she left the Fugees, started rolling with the Marleys Got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Party
She made songs Zion and trying to be faithful Blackstar on tour to Europe, I was so grateful Speaking for myself but I'm sure I 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 books by Butler Parable of the Sower, the character's name was Lauren What the album did for black self-esteem was so important
I got concerned she got sick on the road She heavy, I'm a brother And I wish that I could up the load, but no
Another night away In words, I should 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 uplift the
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 rain is Please, this no disrespect to whoever your man is This relationship is music like D'Angelo
I know you hate Babylon and wanna see it But won't let you read your poem at the BET awards You us hope, you give us faith, you the one They don't like you got to say but still they beg you to come
Whoa, now that's sis, it's black power We get money, our eyes on the final hour And no, I ain't saying you Christ, would be sacrilegious right? Them raps the sisters recite with black fist up The devil's last is a queen who rise past bitches
We to read Francis Crest or anything By third world press will But what the power of the word Hatched ideas in our heads like in the nest You gave birth to a new like Donda West, yes
Should I be saying all of this the mic is on? I might as well let it out one day I might be gone I write this song and hope you how much we love you And you it 'cause I really ain't got the words to say it, but yo
Another slips away In words, I should say are no words you should say There are no words, 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 got the power to uplift and heal
Another night slips In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no
Another slips away In words, I should say are no words you should say There are no