So I wrote this to those who once thought we couldn’t make it without them; played with our minds and controlled the mayhem.
To them, we raise a glass of fine wine and say a silent “jokes on you”.
To they that left us to labor and toil, those who literally threw us in hot water to boil;
Those who sat on our happiness day and night and shielded our eyes from seeing the light;
Those who knew the right way but watched in excitement as we went astray;
Those who denied us opportunities, chances, prizes and sat on our royalties;
Those who denied us love, who made us feel as though we were cursed from up above;
Those who made us a laughing topic and visualized our life long dreams as myopic.
We raise this glass to the bosses, who rejected us for big boobs and fat asses.
We raise it to all them bitches, who ignored us for looks, books and riches; and to the niggas who overlooked us when we fell in ditches;
As much as you caused us pain, it made us raise our game.
It took us to a new dimension of reasoning;
A different visualization of life and living it.
A new dawn of understanding, the new era under which we are standing;
The canopy, the shadow, the blessings unending;
The wining and dining; the parties and grinding;
The deals we’re ignoring and contracts we’re pending.
OH GOSH!! We’re over-booked!
Aren’t we the ones who were overlooked?
I was just a Light in august, now I’m the Lyte (Light) of Augustt
I’ve learned a lot and lost a lot. Now I lose things and never mind.
I can’t remember the last thing I lost but I’m sure it was my mind.