Zion I & The Grouch - Make U Fly lyrics

I am the virgin, I'm the who*e ???So you won't push a brother, don't leave??? I am the goddess, I'm the sky I give you room to make you fly So why, why Don't you recognize me anymore? An open letter to you sister Mother, wife, and girlfriend Hope to make it better before we reach the world's end Spin, through centuries of hypocrisy when Patriarchy subjugated your biology, ya Divine feminine was always kept hidden You know I love my mama, called you freak 'cause I was trippin Take you for granted, man, I've often been the culprit But I'm crypted when I stand like a preacher in this pulpit Sex symbols like all imitation A trophy, not a wife but you're the queen of creation More than a beauty but it's harder to see We told to never cry, hoes down, up G's, but You gave birth to me, sacred like the Earth to me Blessed, never cursin' me, your love is what these verses be Adam and Eve in the Garden, believe Better learn to work together or there'll be no seeds I'm runnin' home to you, nothin' else I'd rather do Apologize for all the madness that I put you through It's true: I'm just a flawed human being Tryin' to get it right; be my God 'cause I'm needin' YOU. [Chorus] To be the bearer of life What's the like? Still spit on Mama raised me right That's the track I'm 'bout to get on Had to pay y'all back Women: you're the ones who are real strong And I don't feel good how we treat you on a hill wrong Feel lungs breathe (breathe ) She's the equal I need Mother Earth made her, as soft as the breeze And if I take advantage, what's that make me? Someone I couldn't stand if seen on TV So I Flip the channel, damsels in distress now Get a handle on myself and my s**-style I turn reptile All the men around me gave me the wrong pep-talk Man, I shoulda crept off My sister wept, my wife fell, my grandma died And my daughter's got three months to arrive That's some vibe And player, if I'm the king of my tribe Who's my goddess, queen? On the side I see why (why ) She's the sky to my dirt road Not the target of my aggression, stresses, and s**m loads If burnt toast and eggs is all you need her for... I hope she feeds your fall [Chorus]