I’m ready to throw my arms out, close my eyes,
And leap into the moonlight
Dancing like the brightest rays of sun
“hot to trot” but riding on a cool breeze.
Imagine me, finding a unique rhythm
Strumming my very own New York beat, Florida style of course.
Taking on the world
And rewriting it with a chapter of me.
Tasha—born a champion
But humbled to serve a true queen.
Lord help us all cause
I wanna toss my head back
And sing a pretty awful tune
About it feelin a lot like my time
To rise with the height and longevity
--that’s king’s word--
Of a pyramid from ancient times.
Man, I feel like “dancing and singin
And movin to the grooving”
Cause I feel the poem at my fingertips
The story sittin on the tip of my tongue
Getting me ready for the Hallelujah shout.
See, I told you, my time has come.
I’m not saying you gotta move aside
Cause black folk never stand on the stage alone
But understand that when I say
I’m ready to throw my arms out
And close my eyes
It’s cause I’m about to take off
Spread my writing wings and fly.