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Madison Ryann Ward

Higher

 

Higher


He said, "This is flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone. She shall be called woman." It was all woman when you saw me. Do I have any real people, in this room?

Soften up the mess
Drop it in the water
Let the daughter find her image with the rest
She'll be learning how to breathe
Spinning through identity
Revealing 'nother pretty little scheme
Save her mind
Hold her hand
And don't believe a lie, you understand me?

Walk her down the valley
Pack a piece of heaven for the bottoms of her feet
Teach her how to jump and how to stretch when she reach
Like the angels do and you gon' make it through now
Tell her 'bout the healer
Greater is the one we finna call him as the leader
Teach her how to hold her pretty hand up to the sky
And imma wait upon the giver
He'll deliver like a dealer

To take her higher
Higher
Fly out the valley and the fire
Take her higher
Higher
Fly up out the valley and the fire

Train her feet for running
Show her every door and how the window's let the sun in
Copy out the key and tell her, "This is forth becoming"
Even in the fever, baby cry and get to running
And tell her that you better get your boots trapped up, you're with the army
Ready when the truth act up, nothing can harm me
Yelling from the roof, I touch
Put up a guard and count to ten
Lion's den, speaking with a higher pen
Can't be touched by fire then

Fast-forward to the grown things now
I'm working on them soul things now
Forgiven all your old ways
But it's harder on the cold days (Cold days)
Never been a product of a flawless environment
Never acted like I'm higher than you, you, you, you, you
And I still pray

Dear God, won't you send me a break?
'Cause I need to get away, yeah
Dear God, won't you send me a break?
'Cause I, I need to get away, yeah
'Cause I would rather be, rather be running away
I would rather be, rather be running
Dear God, won't you send me a break?
'Cause I need to get away, yeah ('Cause I need to get away now)
I need to get away now

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