Sweetest Love Video (MV)

These are the
Thoughts of an adolescent with pressures of being blind
Got feelings of suffocation, searching for obligations
Repeated cycles and seasons, we see it all the time
Bloodlines of the forgotten
I denounce the reparations (Alright)
Humble beginnings last forever
However potent
That's what she told me
She only wanted her moments quoted
I (I)
Could never figure why (Why)
In the midst of the stressing, she would never let the pressure break her smile

I miss my sweet potato, honey bunch of loving from you
I miss the warmth from all that blanket-tucking you used to do
I know you cared, your love lives in the air
And I miss my sweet potato
Honey bunch of blanket-tucking loving from you

Living in all our hearts, dynasties can't be buried
The blood flowing through our veins is the same
And your, humble abode was the motherland
A sanctuary
No birthplace determines fate, no matter where we came from
You were the same one that said we come from kings
Well how it feels to know you made one (Yeah)
If our lineage ain't connected, I probably give my last name up
And I know you in the sky
But what if I came up?
'Cause nowadays, it's just getting harder and harder to sleep
You told me to keep my faith
I kept faith within the seed
When you planted it within me
Now I'm growing just like a tree
And I learned later that the fruit from your labor is how we eat (Uh)
You even got the phonies trying to steal ya recipes
But, you said throughout the hate that we should love our enemies
So, I'm out here trying to grab some extra plates for the feast
Now, lets celebrate how much you meant to me ('Cause)

I miss my sweet potato, honey bunch of loving from you
I miss the warmth from all that blanket-tucking you used to do
I know you cared, your love lives in the air
And I miss my sweet potato
Honey bunch of blanket-tucking loving from you

I love you for so many reasons
No, I don't say it everyday
And I know I'm wrong
How dare I? How can I assume you know what's going on?
With not a call nor a text, why would you believe it?
I know, a closed mouth is never fed
But, however would I know, that you were hungry in the head
For the love of your daughter's wide-eyed, wild kids
Granny, we getting old but, forever your Junior Mints
The older you get, it seems
That you were sewed from seams
Made by black Queens
'Cause you fifty-four but, looking fifty-three
Work it, granny, work it
Whatever you do, please don't hurt 'em
You go out, gotta argue for senior service
Other grannies stank-facing clutching up on their purses
The pastors passing out 'cause you spicy up in them churches
Did you get that? I really meant that
This is a letter of my love
Signed, sealed and sent back

I miss my sweet potato, honey bunch of loving from you
I miss the warmth from all that blanket-tucking you used to do
I know you cared, your love lives in the air
And I miss my sweet potato
Honey bunch of blanket-tucking loving from you