Can a city be the worst place?
Worse than a theory of lassoing the moon?
Empty promises widening black holes of intolerable pain
Killers among us have been less cruel.
Worse than a theory of lassoing the moon
Black girl shine too bright in paragon gloom here
Killers among us have dealt less doom
Days become nights under whatever is that EPA
Black girl shine so bright in paragon gloom say
See me keep rising and trying all the new things
She reclaim days bedazzle nights under whatever EPA
Say did you think I was actually waiting on you?
See me keep rising and trying all the new ole things
Daisy at her back and Summer on the wind
Black womxn in Pittsburgh ain’t never waited on you
Nail art stretched Milky Way to Andromeda. Who needs your lasso to touch a moon?
Daisy and Dorothy at her back & Summer and Liv on the wind
Only tell her she don’t have to stay ain’t nothing to prove
Nail art stretched Milky Way to Andromeda. And other lassos touch other moons.
She’ll still reach out for the hands of the ones who stay in place
So tell her she don’t have to stay ain’t nothing to prove
Tell her to gift herself the Earth that life is more than region and state.
She’ll still reach out for the hands of the ones who stayed
A city is just a city. Empty promises are the worst place.