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Let It Flow

Just let go! Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow!
Everything’s gonna work out right you know.
I’m looking for a better day. You’re still looking at my yesterday.
You’re playing the same old lame games that I used to play.
So lame witches, what do you have to say?
I lost all behind a man who didn’t want me publicly.
Yes in turn he lost all. Every night he calls my name.
His wife calls my work, church, and all spots I go.
I  can’t help that she didn’t earn the title that she no longer has.
Oh Lord, she did nothing to be the wife of the assistant attorney general.
On him I worked hard and nothing about that work was mediocre or trivial.
So lame witches, who don’t love your husbands or give them a peaceful place to lay his head,
Don’t tread or dread my existence because that part of my life is dead.
La dah dah dah dah dah! Let it flow! La dah dah dah dah! Let it flow! Let it flow, baby!
His eyes are no longer from me lazy.
 His wife that sat at her job bragging on the darts that she threw me Are driving her crazy.
Her unfruitful lies only crashed my sense of family, 
sense of community, and sense of spirituality really did nothing to me,
 But made me more of a stronger woman than she already was.
 I’ve regained those senses that I lost because she never paid honor to her given boss.
 Her senses are gone. I’m home away from home.  Yes I am because they just let go and, 
Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow! 
The realness of how I was banished from the boot and the place of my youth.
 Yes indeed I tell the truth. Everything’s gonna work out right you know.
My work still flows not on him but on the world. You can’t stop an intelligent hood girl. 
Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow!
 I’m straight up reppin the Southside of Monroe to the fullest everywhere I go.
Where in the hell is the work of that stupid  wife and the lame assed pros?
I’ll tell you it is locked up in a vault or behind closed doors.
Mine is on his TV, and in books that are in millions of global online stores.
I’m doing much more. I’m not a belligerent, hostile, whore. 
I lived that life because people behind closed doors wanted me to remain poor. 
One day I’ll say hurray to my letting it flow and that it did work out right you know.

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