BlackButterfly, Pt. 2

Figureswhen Im bigger
I'd keep my phone on silent
No calls be getting answered
Or go through
Cuz I'd be too busy writing
And them early early days will be synonyms For later nights and
I would've turned the studio into my bedroom One too many times yeah
And I'd guess I'd be happy
But sadly it's turning me back into a coon
While I'm trynna breakthrough butterfly Something that is beautiful
And vulnerable
It's not the usual
Man who would've knew
That being black boy soaring to the sun
Be that Icarus view
So don't get to close or burn your wings
That just be my insecurities talking to me
Like boy stay up in your place
Nah nah we don't want that joy
Nigga stay up in your roots
Cuz ain't no way you finna grow
Like I don't be Afrocentric
Glazed in some afromation
Skin be honey dipped
My state of being be making some
Bold statements
Unapologetic
Crown be nappyheaded
Be sunflower like Will Smith
Rearranging aesthetics
Still wanna be known but like my privacy
Still Trynna find beauty inside of my beast
Don't care to listen but I still be listening
Learning how keep this balance
Between God and me
Call me black butterfly

Call me Simone not Raven but Nina
Cause I be that black bird
Strange fruit
Voodoo put a spell on you
Type of problem
3 Strikes already I got em
Trynna balance out being a voice
And being a target
Mama don't like it
She be on pins and needles
Maybe psychic or maybe paranoid
Knowing her baby boy
Is on a uprise and it's all eyes on him
Don't know whether to get excited
Or get to praying
Mama I'm be ok
This song be about the fears of the future
But to impatient to wait til it come
A garden of one
Blossoming flowers up in my powderpuff
Texture hair
How this be Summer music
But therapeutic
This be rare setup
Be Poetic interluding
Or prophetic influenced
Heart cranking a smile to bullshit
Wings scrapping heaven
Who this knocking
Knew this kid would be knocking down the status quo like Jericho
Watching wall turn water rubble
Come full circle
Call it transparent
Call art
Call it bold
Nigga daring
Black from the start
Raisin in the sun
Dried vines be growingArc
Until i leave a stain on soil skin
Call it birthmark
Or black butterfly



Credits
Writer(s): Bryndan Graham
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