Wild Seeds

I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game Since I was a small fry, knew I had big dreams Chased 'em like a rookie after championship rings Mama told me diamonds from the hardest of bedrock And if I wanted to glow up, had to polish my spirit clean 'Cause you ain't made for all palates, taste comes acquired If they can't copy and paste, they'll control-alt-erase your profile And the debased get that check as if good faith been retired Keep us silent while we serve as inspiration for hire, absurd I come from tribal women, gold-fronted and baby-haired A run in our tennises a mile or two may disturb Fed the world with our innards, gave 'em housing between these curves Now the public tenants think they entitled to the reserves That's a negative like I'm overdrafted Access to my assets legislated and passed, this here Craft got me teaching dudes class like the Praxis 'Cause they been tryin' me and my Sojourners just for practice Whole globe spinning on my double X axis Graphite-tinted grandmothers in the ashes I'm the phoenix flingin' winged prayers from my passages Resurrecting fully-blown dreams from the fractures, Roc I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (one day) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game Everything I am been diagrammed, blueprinted, and planned Yet everybody throwing their two cent in the can Lotta treasure had to get off my chest so I'd expand In heart, light as a feather, in art, a fire brand No apologies necessary, qualifiers are banned This is God level, judgment is out humanity's hands Got a fanbase admiring my touch from the promised land I'm Tubman, clutching my freedom to bust like a talisman F your respectability efforts to police me I'm from where the sharp-tongued, neck-rolling chiefs be Learned to run with wolves in case a shyst tried to fleece me Got ice-watered veins from broken life promises, see Met a gypsy with some door knockers and a quartz rock 'cross her two wrists Said her temple turned to a fortress 'cause the cost of worship too risky Spit a universe out the mouthpiece and its seeds out my uterus Never had a table seat, so I'm chasing bread like it's sacred, call it the Eucharist Every spoken word invoke women battered but never broken This that sharecropping, hatchet-toting, poetry in motion This is TransAtlantic echoes out the floors of salted oceans Make me a living portrait of my sisters' voices for the culture I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (one day) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (yes, ma'am) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (okay) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (I did) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game (one day)