Donovan Livingston - Molasses (feat. Janae Parsons)

One time for your mind, two times for your spirit
Let's make it three times for the lyrics
Much love to the record as it spins going errr-it
Every time a DJ drops a needle in the divot
I hit the booth and I mix it like a chemist
Metacognition, metaphor, metaphysics
Looking for the truth every time that I spit it
A vibe that makes us say, "it's all good" when it isn't
In the kitchen, as I'm cooking up another dream
In my mind, I can hear my grandmother sing
To the tune of an a-melodic oven ding
Probably sweet potato pie, or some other thing
I don't need a recipe when I can see my destiny
Especially since this whole life will be the death of me
Regrettably setting the table for the last time
You know, I stole them biscuits like a pastime
As I atone for all my past crimes
I know the moment's over for these sad rhymes
I chose joy, for sure, even as a little boy
Running 'round the 'Ville, still shy as Illinois
Looking at the game and seeing voids
That's word to Audre Lorde, I know that anger used does not destroy
The hate, I rise above it and rejoice - granny said, use your voice
You know you gotta make a joyful noise
Work like Booker T. when you're thinking like DuBois
Don't be coy, especially when someone's in strife
You better be about your business when there's no one in sight
And boy, say it with your chest when you're holding the mic
And talk about the other side like you know what it's like
But I don't - I know you hover over in flight
Heaven's newest angel sees my Blackness as light
Biscuits and molasses, eyes closed when I bite

I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic
Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it
And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it
Thick and bittersweet like my Black is
I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic
Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it
And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it
Thick and bittersweet like my Black is

When I feel like I can't go on
I hear you telling me to be strong
And in my mind, I see you on your knees
Asking God to cover me
I'm here, I'm here
Because your voice had found God's ears
I hope you're proud of me
Memories that were magic
I wish we could rehash it
Love so sweet still covers me like molasses
I know you're up there resting
And rest is a blessing
But I miss you, I miss you
Hope you're proud of me

I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic
Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it
And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it
Thick and bittersweet like my Black is
I tried to tell 'em we were magic, magic
Grab another biscuit from the basket, pass it
And dip it in a lil' molasses, dab it
Thick and bittersweet like my Black is

Written by:
Donovan Livingston, Janae Parsons

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