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I want to make this a special tribute |
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To a family that contradicts the concepts |
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Heard the rules but wouldn't accept |
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In addition, women-folk raised me |
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In addition, |
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I was full grown before |
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I knew I came from a broken home |
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Sent to live with my grandma down south |
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When my uncles was leaving |
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And my grandfather had just left for heaven |
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They said and as every-ologist would certainly note |
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I had no strong male figure right? |
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But lily Scott was absolutely not your mail order room service type cast black grandmother |
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I was moved in with her; temporarily, just until things were patched, ' |
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Til this was patched and 'til that was patched |
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Until I became at 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 |
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The patch that held lily |
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Scott who held me and like them 4 |
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I became one more and |
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I loved her from the absolute marrow of my bones |
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And we was holdin' on, |
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I come from a broken home |
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She had more than the five senses |
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She knew more than books could teach |
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And raised everyone she touched just a little bit higher |
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And all around her there was a natural sense |
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As though she sensed what the stars say what the birds say |
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What the wind and the clouds say |
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A sensual soul and self that |
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African sense |
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And she raised me like she raised 4 of her own |
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And I was hurt and scared and shocked when lily |
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Scott left suddenly one night |
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And they sent a limousine from heaven to take her to god, if there is one. |
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So I knew she had gone |
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And I came from a broken home |
