[Verse:1] Deacon
I’m waiting for growth to show up and for hope to manifest
3 A.M.? I’m awaiting awake to hand me rest
Fate to send caress and a face that I can feel
With weight from heavy breasts,
An embrace that makes me chill
Grace that human male can’t feel
Unless he builds with a female until time stands still
When we take off our shells and chill
All before fingers learn bodies like we got blindman skills
She, speaks no evil, but says whatever
After shakin up bed-feathers still prays together
On a parlay flip, permenant private party trip
The next Ruby and Ossie Davis, I’m talking great shit
Up walkin late, lit. 4:25, high
Her might fine thighs siloutted by sky-rise
Place the know how, behind mine eyes
To take something unfortunate and show they are fortune in my life
Look KY side, lend me a hand, send me a plan
A Remy Shand message of live, tell Cupid we fam
And to clock something that’ll learn who I am
As I learn with, chillin out, watching out hourglass sands
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[Verse:2] Deacon
Spend pubescent years, blessed with peers I could trust
Spinnin records to a game of checkers after dusk
Laughter rushes out mouth, clutchin my stomach, abs burnin
From fast learnin, not cash earnin
Cause we wasn’t really on at yet, just yes yallin
At this point, out lil brainchild was hardly crawlin
But had fallen enuff times to keep a niggaz headstrong
Fucked with enough spiders to charm a mama leglong
We’s deadwrong, many days and nights,
Tryin strange thangs
From Jane to cane & variants of the same change
Get trapped, you off map, no Peter Pan scenes
Where erething tight and lily whiter than Klan dreams
Tryna get something ripe, a nice woman queen
Stay strong and fight life, like Sudan kings
Pray to make cents for giving,
And make sense outta living
Lord give me patience to gain wisdom, please