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Can a prophet still speak when his time passes?

What's an influencer who never had the masses?

Whatever happens to your mission when it hits a setback?

If it crumbles, does that mean you never had the passion?

Sitting still, the world is moving ever faster

Never popped a pill but I've been high on my own satisfaction

Hit the gas at 25 and sped through all the crashes

Looking back like maybe I should've asked directions

Comparisons, funds become embarrassing

Considering my marriage and my message, tried to balance things

Friends make Facebook posts about the joys of parenting

And I'm like, "Look, that one single got a lot of streams"

But I'm still out here in the studio to make a change

Believing that these words can heal and that it just takes faith

Produce a dose of hope and inject it in the veins

Magic how it works, even if the doctor's strange

Been saying prayers that my lifetime might be used well

My momma named me as a healer and she chose well

Talking to her back home, she said I'm so proud

What you give the youth with all of the stories you tell

Still I got a lot more questions than I do answers

But I've learned to do dishes and to love dances

Don't know what lies ahead but that's become standard

I moved to LA with no plans except to take chances

I've spent these years, written them in my poems

To bless you with the stories that I carry in my bones

When I'm laying in my tomb, they will write it on my stone

And my children and their children will always have it be known

That their ancestors and parents fought through racism and wrongs

In a world that rejected them but still they made their own

And the music that I make might be forgotten before long

But if I laid a single brick to build a future, I reached my goal

To make it home

To make a home

To make our home

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