Ooh how can I tell you to follow the path, if I can not go find it myself

How can I tell you you're losing the fight, without having no victories under my belt

No one to blame when the Midnight is honest

The man in the mirror is the Miracle now

Everything we thought was working against us is looking like blessings and beautiful now (woo)

I'm pointed up at the moon (woo)

Bitches still looking at my finger (aaay)

Now we got nothing to lose (woo)

Come back alive and then bring and resurrect all of the skeletons I done been hiding and hold on to every collateral use it as arsenal

Truth of the matter is I was afraid of my

I was afraid of my

I was afraid of myself

I was afraid that nobody would hear me and all of my love that I got was conditional

We weren't in any condition to fight for conditions that made us as smooth as the criminals

If all of the time that I spend on the doubters was currency I would be (richer than)

I would be (richer than)

I would be richer than any man walking the earth but then tell me what good is the moulah if I cannot pull out my people in need of a light in the night, in the darkness of days and no sun is inside and we run ing in circles while looking for the shining but really that shining got being in me

Planted the littlest seed

That would eventually lead to a tree

A tree that would go on to grow into fruit

The fruit was a symbol of all that we needed

I needed myself to believe in the roots

Needed the roots to connect to the dirt

Needed the dirt to be planted the littlest seed and the cycle would start up again and I realize

I am the only, the one in the needle, the Oracle

All of us looking for answers but really the answers be lying and lying and rooted with with me ay