Let Go

Prayers up to NYAME through my mother and her mother over me Tears translate to libations at my feet seeking peace Grammy told me "boy you gotta bleed before you give birth Sometimes a blessing is the fetus to the hurt Keep your faith close promise when you need it, it gone work" Her spirit in my back though her body laying in the dirt Mums did the same told me "never go outside barefooted" Protect your soul at all times is how I understood it They both in heavens arms so I'm calm in the pits Speaking words of Psalms since a nigga was a jit Preaching without applying showed me as a hypocrite So I don't speak unless I've been through or I'm in some shit I was ignorant mirroring the wring things My reflection gave perspective to my flawed being I wash my hands 'til they all clean Covered in dirt from throwing hut but it was all me