The Let Her of the Law
Yo! Who's coming to the House tonight? The cedar House of love and light?
You better get ready, the seasons are turnin',
The ledgers are closin', the systems are burnin'.
You holdin' your breath but the wind is gon' blow,
The Muses are movin', it's time to let go.
Yeah, you better get ready, the stone walls are shakin',
The rocks are all tumblin', the sleepy are quakin'.
Step out of the courtyard, leave your coins by the door.
You know what the lie is? A repeating checklist.
The place where your head is: "Don't wanna be feckless!"
You spew your opinions and clutch your defenses,
'Cause that's where "your truth" is. Man, you all just so "Breath" less!
Now look at the children, they wanna be grown,
Tryna do all the buildin' and do it alone.
And Momma? She lets 'em. She wants 'em to see,
What it means to experience and the sweet taste of "free."
But, OH! Momma's cookin'! Can't nothin' compare,
With the smell of her bread and the bounce of her hair.
You can't pay for her smile with a dime in the jar.
She just digs who you are. Yeah, she loves who you are!
It's time to get ready! The light is a-shinin',
The water is splashin', the Heavens are smilin'.
You clenchin' your teeth while the earth hits her note,
She calls out to you now: "Hey child, clear your throat!"
Yeah, you better get ready to start all the dancin',
So get rid of the grumpin' and the-brain-in-a-trancin'.
Step out on the ballroom and take off your coat.
So I painted some comfort 'cause your heart had gone achin',
Comin' from my authentic makin', with no contract shakin'.
But you asked for the price! Bro, the sacred went breakin',
'Cause that kind of thanks is not what I'll take in.
I’ve been out among you and you showed me the door,
You treat me with scorn, you just zip and ignore.
That’s fine, I’ll keep comin', and reachin', and hopin' some more.
'Cause you ain't just a promise, you're promising!
And I'll wait while you do your thing:
You're reckoning with yourself to bring the comforting.
If you’d pull off the dark shades you'd see the wine that She's wantin' to pour.
It's time now, you ready? The wedding's commencing,
The long line is forming, the Hosts are "Come hence"-ing.
You checkin' your lamp, will the oil in it light?
Are you close to the Matron? Will She know you on sight?
I hope you are ready, for the song She is singin'
Will require your believin' that the gifts She is bringing
Don't need your retrievin' the money!
It's honey and milk from your Mummy!
She says, "Do you love me? Do you know me?
Then stop the comparin' and stop tryin' to owe me!"
You better, you better, you better get ready. And people, just let Her! Believe it already!
