Romans 12.1-8

"I speak of promised landsSoil as soft as momma's handsRunning water, standing stillEndless fields of daffodils and chamomileRice under black beans

Walked into Apple with cracked screensAnd told prophetic stories of freedom

Found warmth in a Black queen for when I get coldLike Nat King, I'm doing the dad thing

I speak of wondrous unfamiliar lessons from childhoodMake you remember how to smile good" - Chance