Triple Goddess

this was written in the spirit of all the b girls across the world who have pushed their way into the cipher / are brave enough to take the rhyme higher / not afraid to break it down - neva to expire / taggin' mad skillz - runnin' free, dancin' like a live wire / all the ladies who have babies by b boys comin' up / the ones who got beat down and told to shut f up / things comin' full circle and it's about that time / that we take back, take back / that I take back the rhyme.

Tyeisha was a b girl from way back / used to get mess'd with cuz she was too black / had an older brother who could rap / she used to follow him round the hood and watch him rip cats / with lyrcials bats - bold freestyles / all her brother's friends told her she had a beautiful smile / she was a quiet, fiend for the word, kinda bright child / didn't know anything other than this boogie down lifestyle / she wrote poems in alleys, backstreets and subways / she walked rhythms, bouncin' beats, birthin' b girl beauty every day / she was bound and determined to live life her way / say what she gotta say / never to be brought down / she put fierce fire on display / she would leave her mark and be gone without a trace / she didn't need a face - just a place to lay sunsets and bright beams, streamin' through her melancholy streets / Tyeisha's gone now but what she left behind was peace.

Neyla grew up a minority, majority in her neighborhood - with Native and Irish blood / she was intrigued / entranced by the way the words danced past the here and now to future dreams of what could be / so she decided to write / thinkin' it was the only way she could get free / nobody believed that she could rock the mic right / so she would stand in front of the mirror and recite until daylight / crafting poems that sounded like rhymes, that sounded like songs / and she used them to pray so she called them psalms / on her palms there were traces of ink laced with inspiration / drawing pictures of new princesses - creating new interpretations / rewriting her history so there was no mystery to be seen / divine internal - mother eternal. D.I.M.E. / she slept on lyric sheets, drinking dreams of goddess nectar / always schemin' about the ways she could bring the people all together / intuitively she was love at it's ulitimate height / and she truly believed in every word that she would write.

Then there was D / torn between 2 worlds of confusion / brought up between reality and illusion / a collision of matter and anti-matter / she would make music and turn it into movement / envoking, provoking, evoking images of disaster and peace / her energy never ceased / rate of heart beat increase as she break to the beat / got the people out their seats just to see her sweets / couldn't quite catch every movement of her feet / in awe of her timing / it's like when she danced, she was rhyming / clmbing the ladder of eternity / dancing for all the spirits that have left their bodies / calling in ghosts to possess her form with the life of 10 thousand peoples / it was like when she danced she balanced out everything / to keep it equal / she had so much love she didn't know what to do with herself / couldn't live without the rhythm / it was the only thing she really felt / so she would slip down city streets in shell toes andb girl flare / she'd be dancin' with the wind and everyone would stare.

Take back. take back. take back the rhyme
break back. break back. break back through time
make that. make that. make that divine.