Call Yourself To Order

Ah

Ah

Broken men, broken promises

My mama told me long ago

A broken man can't fix your soul

He love every woman in rotation

Calling us community building like it's a holy revelation

He say, you my queen, you my empress

But sweet tongues lie with the smoothest finesse

He saw your life, he saw your crown

And now he wants your power

Wants to drink from you every hour

But he can't even stand in his own shadow

Yeah

He say, Ifa said this, Ifa said that

But didn't, Ifa choose the one before you

And the one before that

Sis, don't let divination become his manipulation

Not every man who mentions Orisha walks in, he iwa pele

He out here counting bodies like a census man

Talking about my heart too big for just one woman

But a man without spiritual discipline

Will scatter your peace like ashes in the wind

Call yourself to order

Your Ori needs clean water

You can't rise high in spirit

While you lie with low vibration lovers

Call yourself to order

Remember who you are, my daughter

A pretty face can hide a dirty soul

Clean your shrine, reclaim control

Oh oh oh

Clean your shrine oh

Clean your shrine oh

Clean your shrine oh

Clean your shrine

Clean your shrine

And sis, let's talk real

If you think bed hopping is freedom, down for whatever

But your vibration is sinking lower than ever

Ask yourself

How many men ask if I have you aligned this month

Alignment is a conscious act, not a compliment

You receive in bed

Yeah

Your Ori is tired

You've been feeding it confusion

Sharing your energy like open market samples

Everybody tastes, nobody nourish

Pretty girl, powerful spirit, but you forgot one truth

For spiritual hygiene and self-love

At the highest frequency

Have you watched me with intention

Have you guarded who you let into your dimension

Cause spiritual filth ain't just dirt

It's wrong lovers, wrong choices, wrong ties that hurt

And baby, a man who lives like a storm

Cannot offer a woman peace

He may lift you up in the morning

And scatter your spirit by dusk

Like a multiplicity madness

You got a work husband, a spiritual husband, a regular husband

He got a work wife, a spiritual wife

A friends with benefits wife, and a home wife

And y'all call this alignment

No beloved, that is already aggravated abuse

Your destiny is choking under the weight of confusion

Call yourself to order

Wash your crown with clean water

Your spirit can't be free

If you keep dragging chaos to your altar

Call yourself to order

Your Ori deserves honor

Remember, discipline is divine

Baby, cleanse your path, reclaim your shrine

All I do, reclaim your shrine

All I do, reclaim your shrine

All I do, reclaim your shrine

All I do, reclaim your shrine

Reclaim your shrine

Come back home to you, sis

Your power is not in how many people want you

Your power is in how pure your light remains

When nobody is watching

Cleanliness is next to destiny

Spiritual hygiene is protection

Alignment is choice

All I do, reclaim your shrine

All I do, reclaim your shrine

All I do, reclaim your shrine

All I do, reclaim your shrine

Clean control