If it’s as fly as it feels and we can continue to grease these wheels
Then I just wanna remember the moments of not being sure and makiing the amateurish moves that accompany newness.
If we wake up one day in elderly and frisky bliss…
Then i just want you to know how excited and how beautiful you made me feel from long before you entered the door.
And if you wanna stay – one day after the next day – we can do it our way.
Send all the others headed toward the highway.
Suckas. This thing has God’s design anyway.
-Ballad of a Real Black Girl