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Act II: Bloodline / Growing Older
Rapsody & Amber Navran
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Divine design
You can't deny this bloodline
Fruit of the vine
(Her creation) I was born ready to shine
Mama, I'm home, I know I'm home
I know the tone, I know the rhythm
The footwork in NOLA and in Ghana (Ghana)
The second line, the second line, and Nastradamus
You wanna ball 'til you fall, I'ma bring the drama
The colonizers, I'm Nat Turner and Ill Nana
It's bloodline whoopin' ass in my blood, mama
Tall tees shinin' in my blood, mama
The gold teeth, ileke beads in my blood, mama
I got the soul and patience of an old timer
I know the woman vagina, designer of creation
I bet they look like mama, I bet we similar faces
I call her grandmama
A bag of sand, my earth, my wiz like Okolama
Takin' steps to elevate, it's in my blood, mama
Donna, another summer, I'ma walk or stroll it
Takin', beholdin' creation, what she made me
Things that often cross your mind
When it comes to space and time
Things that often cross your mind
The ones you love are spendin' time
Damn
My mother's gettin' older
Her house smells like my granny's used to
My mother's gettin' older
Turnin' silver 'cause she put herself second to our needs
My mother's gettin' older
She's movin' slower but she's wiser than me
My mother's gettin' older
She can't remember, she always askin' me the same old things
My mother's gettin' older
Time flies
Ain't we blessed we get to count another day?
Did some wrong, did some right
But hey, who's countin' anyway?
When time flies, loved ones die
Mamas, daddies all turnin' gray
So we ain't got no time to worry 'bout it
Gotta cherish today
It take time to be this beautiful
She take the cake, please, I rate
Remind me beauty fade but never in her face
As of late, she been preparin' home
Supportive things added on
Like rails in the shower for when she needs support standin' on
Her two feet, she tell me arrangements she thinkin' 'bout
This week is mausoleums, I don't tell much to talk about
She tell me 'bout wills where daddy file 'em
I know how important this is
I watch her sweep the dirt from the floor
Realizin' how quick this life is brushin' by me
Them kids I helped to raise with all my sisters, they in college
And they call mama "Granny", and they call daddy "Papi"
My bro got three and four-year-olds, and I know that her body
Can't hold them bows no more and pick them up like in the '90s
And one thing's still for sure, she fine and still don't look her mileage
We all is growin' up, her house is changin' climate
7-8 on the thermostat, she been upwardly dialin'
Our parents growin' old
Time flies
Ain't we blessed we get to count another day?
Did some wrong, did some right
But hey, who's countin' anyway?
When time flies, loved ones die
Mamas, daddies all turnin' gray
So we ain't got no time to worry 'bout it
Gotta cherish today
Intentional with my presence now
Mom and dad gon' both lay down one day and not get up
That reality hit me like a bus driver on whiskey
And even with preparation, I'm not prepared
I'm scared, she call me for conversation 'bout location where to lay her
My daddy worked the graveyard
We just sent off Makaylah and that rocked our family so hard
We been blessed with such longevity now for so long, hmm
I wonder how mama feel about the great beyond
And regardless what's been taught 'bout what's after and resurrection
On this day, my life will be incomplete
'Member day my mama's mama died, I watched her weep from the hallway
Still today, I catch her eyes water off memory
Walkin' through her home on construction paper
Workers addin' rails to the shower for when she may be need 'em
Baby, she call out, "If I die before your daddy
Don't you let him bring another woman in my home"
Gladly, I got her
Uncle Lucky, how does it feel to grow up?
When I was five, my-
One thing my father taught me is that I'm tattooed
Grandfather named Nay Ray
Daddy Du, Ma Lou, Laila Ray
Roots rootin', Momma turning grey, Daddy too
God, they so beautiful with age
House smell like old folks, more present in this stage
AC on 78 with a space heater right next to 'em
They cool
Grandkids get away with a lot more than we used to
Life 'bout learnin', evolvin', knowin' better
Wisdom speak through me
On the phone, mama tell me, "Stay home in bad weather"
She worried, she never wrong
Send me Instagrams at six in the mornin' about life insurance and IRAs
Recipes she wanna try on her new cake
Wallpaper designs, ramp in the bathroom
Addin' rails for when they'll need support in the shower
Washin' they tail, I, I
I know aging is beautiful but it come with some heartbreak
In the biblical days, they used to live thousands of years
I long for those calendar days
Need more time here
Even though I hear the simple things are slippin' away
What have we become? Rotten and drunk
Artificial intelligence means we don't think as deep as we once did
God, the Creator
The creative force, the source
The balance of divine feminine and divine masculine
I see God in you
You, you-you
Rapsody
One who brings things into existence
The Creator
In the beginning, God created Eve in her own image
Through vibration and placed her in the universe
And later, from her womb, Adam was-