| Butterfly wings, rats in the spring
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| And I’m golden from my toes and
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| And I’m reading palms, and I’m singing songs
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| Got the neo-soul, I got it tongue-tied
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| See it in my eye, see it in my thigh
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| Rollin' around, singin', no frown
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| Figure of speech, analogy
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| Simile, an allegory
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| Rhymes get me tongue-tied, speech of my third eye
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| Angels on my side, rain that is God’s cry
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| Emanate the shaman sound
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| Bathe in dirt in the ground
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| Now there’s village and people, we all play our part
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| There’s naked children running all about
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| Mothers and sisters, daughters and son
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| Room for everyone, room for everyone
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| Dancing and singing, no phone is ringing
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| Babies is peeing while they aunties is cleaning
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| Young girls, patrons of the earth
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| Young girls, take care of all the earth
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| Young girls, they need they own respect
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| Young girls, carry babies from they neck
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| Young girls, young girls
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| Young girls, young girls
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| Young girls, young girls, patrons of the Earth
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| Young girls, young girls, young girls
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| Nipples dripping, nectar for the youth
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| We play with plants and we don’t watch cartoons
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| Wash in the rivers and prepare our food
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| This is what young girls, young girls do
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| Goddess of the moon, stars, and the sky
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| Jah took me high and Baal get me by
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| Young girls, young girls, young girls |