nina mosley if ya know me
I’m a woman of a very enchanting love
Serenades as sweet as saxophone solos
Full like Bourbon St gutters on a rainy day
A love Nina Simone would scream feels good.
Colorful as county fair concessions
Patient like waiting on harvest season
Sensal as Oshun’s Honey
Easy like Sunday Morning
Vibrant as Orange Clay Georgia back roads
This here,
Is a very enchanting love.
Sacred like the mudcloth I dream under
Intentional so there’s no room for confusion
Artistic like look what me and God made with you as our muse
Smooth as Duke in his most sentimental mood
Kisses like Amaretto
Forever blooming like gardens in the ghetto
Hot as a Chattahoochee day
Obedient as me flushing my weed cause God said put it away
Powerful as Olatunji’s drums
Nostalgic like maybe we sat on the porch together in another life
And southern fried cause well, I know you like it that way.
In the words of Rudy Fransico, perhaps we should love ourselves so fiercely that when others see us they know EXACTLY how it should be done.
This here inside of the cages of my ribs
Responsible for each breath I take is a very enchanting love.
And I can’t give that shit to just anybody.
gardens grow in the ghetto
Gardens Grow in the Ghetto
Garnishing greed & gangstas
Growing grandma’s grief
Cause government guns killed her grand baby
Gah damn
Oranges and Tulips
12 don’t give 2 fucks
And we don’t see see them
Bloody gardens
Garden of Eden
Cops killed my brother for weeds
I guess it’s harvest season
Black Boy brutally beaten
Rose petals as red as the blood he was bleedin
They say plants need oxygen to live
And he’s no longer breathin
But Earth Wind and Fire taught me all about seasons
Gardens grow in the ghetto
Infested with heathens
White mans worse fear is the black man’s semen
Pollinating left and right
Planting seeds of freedom by treason
Peonies prone to pleading
Gardens grow in the ghetto
Rolling green for healing
Pushing daisies seem so appealing
Afraid to say what we’re feeling
But mental health starts with revealing
Gardens grow in the ghetto
Stems tall as ceilings
Upwards and onwards
Find something to believe in
Growing against the grain
So many trees with fame
Still harvest trunkloads of pain
Sugarcane, cocaine, left brain
Explain
How pain finds it’s way in gardens
And still beauty is found amongst all things
I’ve always been a g
Heard me Ma? I always been a g
That majestic magnolia mothafucka manifestin in the meadows
This is what you get when gardens grow in the ghetto