My Stuff...Part Two

My STUFF is just as deep as my African roots

It's not something that I just put down on the table

It's not something that I just lay around

It's my STUFF

It's my piece of mind

It's not my key earrings nor my black vintage hats

Because without all those things...I'm still all that

It's my STUFF

It's not the way I wear my hair nor the three inch heels I wear

It's not my address nor found in my American Express

It's my STUFF

Have you seen me lately???

I don't know if you noticed but I got a new stroll about my walk

I got a new sound in my talk & a fresh look on my face

I found my stuff in the process of traveling to a new place

It's my STUFF & I need my STUFF

See I didn't go through all that mess for nothing

I wasn't broken down to remain broke

My stuff is rich and flows deep like the Nile

God gave me my STUFF before I was a child

And I ain't leaving out of here without my STUFF

God promised me some STUFF & if I have to continue to fight for it...

Then that's what I'll do

My STUFF is my heart that even my human just can't hold

My STUFF is my poetry that can never be sold

My STUFF is the confirmation of who I am

My STUFF can not be define by a man

My STUFF is my hustle & not forgetting where I come from tomorrow

I'm from the South-side of Chicago

My STUFF is tried, tested, & true

My STUFF is find in Mile Davis "A Kind of Blue"

I got something special in my eyes...something firm in my thighs & my tears I can't hide

If you're still stuck on my physical then maybe you should open your eyes

I am not to be bought nor will I be known as your prize

I need my things to talk & to be about

I need my things to inspire me to wake up every morning & do it

I need my things because that's all I got

My STUFF is the thing that keeps me hot

The fire in my voice, the rhymes in my heart, & the beat in my soul

I'm priceless...worth more than silver & gold

You couldn't see me...So you couldn't feel me

So now that I've found my STUFF...Look at me!!