Papa... Uh-huh? Why are you always talking about like, life and death?
Death is the reason for poetry I know it be slow to be understood totally But you knew it this, know it be counterintuitive Ludicrous no freedom is freedom don't doubt this Hot like a poetry Don't be afraid just cause you told to be Openly, this shit is painful, it's brainful I chose to see, so just speak Look at you real as you gonna be Sweep as your bedtime My daughter, go to sleep Tomorrow the road'll be waiting, hopefully
Miracle I'm a living miracle Live- living Motherfucking miracle
One in a million chilling you out Miracle child
Then I hear my daughter ask "Papa tell me, why do we die"? Ooh, I think she felt my suicide She asked, "Do mountains crumble?" I say, "Yes babe, just like you and I" She say, "Yeah, but do the blue in our eyes vanish Just like the blue in sky when the night comes strip off you alike" Damn that's deep, I held her tight I say "Yes babe, we decompose to feed the roses" But you know why? They blooming out your tomb and mine" "Pops, that's sad" she said But I guess I always knew inside I laughed and said: "That's how you know you're truly mine" "My little student, either do or die" She didn't cry, she just said: "Pops, read me that Rumi rhyme" Some major wisdom out of Sew Me Sky For you and I, are forever where we truly lie Together, Illumini
Miracle I'm a living miracle I'm- I'm a mothafuckin' Motherlovin' miracle
