Regardless of what you label me
My freedom is found in my ancestry
Lost in my eyes the wisdom of the ages
Connection to the slaves whose cries carry on in my anger
Twisted in my locks, the only visible roots to my Mother
Tears left on the shores
Sweetness saturates my rolling tones, and sprinkle out of my pen
Theres nothing normal about me
Barefooted, running, digging my feet in the earth
Do not get me confused with a hippie
Understand the fires the beat against the sands
Understand the drums that will beat against your soul
Understand my rhythm as I twist my hips, which you find so exciting
Understand that this spirit can not be owned, broken or yield
Understand my passion that is unleashed in the midst of pain
Long after youve sated yourself and disappeared,
The gypsy, earthly goddess
Eternal madness, dances on
