Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make U Fly, artist - Zion I. Date of issue: 26.02.2007
Song language: English
Make U Fly |
| I am the virgin, I’m the whore |
| So you won’t push a brother, don’t leave |
| I am the goddess, I’m the sky |
| I give you room to make you fly |
| So why, why |
| Don’t you recognize me anymore? |
| An open letter to you sister |
| Mother, wife, and girlfriend |
| Hope to make it better before we reach the world’s end |
| Spin, through centuries of hypocrisy when |
| Patriarchy subjugated your biology, ya |
| Divine feminine was always kept hidden |
| You know I love my mama, called you freak cause I was trippin |
| Take you for granted, man, I’ve often been the culprit |
| But I’m crypted when I stand like a preacher in this pulpit |
| Sex symbols like all imitation |
| A trophy, not a wife but you’re the queen of creation |
| More than a beauty but it’s harder to see |
| We told to never cry, hoes down, up G’s, but |
| You gave birth to me, sacred like the Earth to me |
| Blessed, never cursin' me, your love is what these verses be |
| Adam and Eve in the Garden, believe |
| Better learn to work together or there’ll be no seeds |
| I’m runnin' home to you, nothin' else I’d rather do |
| Apologize for all the madness that I put you through |
| It’s true: |
| I’m just a flawed human being |
| Tryin' to get it right; |
| be my God cause I’m needin' YOU |
| To be the bearer of life |
| What’s the like? |
| Still spit on |
| Mama raised me right |
| That’s the track I’m 'bout to get on |
| Had to pay y’all back |
| Women: you’re the ones who are real strong |
| And I don’t feel good how we treat you on a hill wrong |
| Feel lungs breathe (breathe) |
| She’s the equal I need |
| Mother Earth made her, as soft as the breeze |
| And if I take advantage, what’s that make me? |
| Someone I couldn’t stand if seen on TV |
| So I |
| Flip the channel, damsels in distress now |
| Get a handle on myself and my sex-style |
| I turn reptile |
| All the men around me gave me the wrong pep-talk |
| Man, I shoulda crept off |
| My sister wept, my wife fell, my grandma died |
| And my daughter’s got three months to arrive |
| That’s some vibe |
| And player, if I’m the king of my tribe |
| Who’s my goddess, queen? |
| On the side I see why (why) |
| She’s the sky to my dirt road |
| Not the target of my aggression, stresses, and sperm loads |
| If burnt toast and eggs is all you need her for… |
| I hope she feeds your fall (fall) |