We are old souls
Protectors of the earth, guardians of children
Worshippers of the moon, mermaids of the ocean
We are followers of the sun, and women of magic
We are witches
We protect nature and fight against darkness
And we live in harmony amongst ourselves and protect each other at all costs
I carry the spirits of the ancients and come from a long line of wise women
The taino and yoruba people
From deep in the carribean
Witches, who lived by nature
Butterfly wings
Rats in the spring
And I'm golden from my toes and
And I'm reading palms
And I'm singing songs
Got the neo-soul
I got it tongue tied
See it in my eye
See it in my thigh
Rollin' around
Singin', no frown
Figure of speech
Analogy
Simile
An allegory
Rhymes get me tongue tied
Speech of my third eye
Angels on my side
Rain that is God's cry
Emanating shaman sound
Made in dirt in the ground
Now there's village and people
We all play our part
There's naked children running all about
Mothers and sisters
Daughters and son
Room for everyone
Room for everyone
Dancing and singing
No phone is ringing
Babies is peeing
While they aunties is cleaning
Young girls, patrons of the earth
Young girls, take care of all the earth
Young girls, they need their own respect
Young girls, carry babies from their neck
Young girls
Young girls
Young girls
Young girls
Young girls
Young girls, patrons of the earth
Young girls
Young girls
Young girls
