Welcome. 89’. It’s been a long time coming. I know, but it’s here now. This is the real right here./ Feel it in your spirit. / I heard them pray for this. They thought the lady disappeared. / They are mistaken. She’s been misplaced. / While searching through my observations, I found her naked – stripped of all her dignity and pride, just emptiness inside, disempowered, and I am very much obliged to tell her story./ She returns as you follow the allegory. They say the lady is lost. They ask “where has she gone?” And if she has crossed the point of no return? I say no to that. Ms. Monroe is back. / Watch this go around like a cul-de-sac. / I hold to a practice that preaches Jesus is Lord./ In fact, it teaches more than that for the “whores”, “tramps”, and loosey Lucy’s who believe their only good for lying on their backs./ I’ve been given quite a special message to deliver./ Forget what you’ve been told. This is what you should remember: / A lady ain’t a lady unless a lady knows what’s in her. / So, to whom do you surrender? Are you a saint or sinner? Her worth is not a matter of culture. Let me coach you./ And spit this scripture quick like as I approach you./ The modern idea of a lady is repulsive if provided by our own basis of moral exposure./ She is not to be defined by fallen human minds, or in other words by you and I./ Catch a clue and find what it means, glean, so that what is written is what is seen.

Messy…Sade…Jezebel. See, we've all got a measure of influence just like her. She was a Queen and a Princess. But what we do with it is up to us... Use it for good or evil evil/look how she plots the sequel/ Greedy for Naboth’s land, she starts to beef with him/ He’s a man of honor, defending his father’s property./ Won’t let it go, not even for their offers./ The manipulation begins, she rounds up the cities two most evil men./ They set him up with the perfect frame and blame him for blaspheming the Kings name/Aint a thing changed/ We got Naboth’s in our lives/ We use our power to outcast and ostracize the innocent with our influence/ Mock our lives/ After women who pretend to be authentic housewives./ See the difference between a privilege and a right/ is one of those positions could switch in the blink of an eye/So consider wisely who you might be if stripped of your title and left with nothing, but your life to speak. Chorus: Jezebel, looks like a princess in Jezebel. Use it for good or evil evil/ to influence people toward death or life, it’s in the tongue, fluent speakers, what’s your language barrier? We’re all carriers of power. Our mouths can devour the future, what’s it to you? We lose it, gain it back, it’s easier to tame a bat. Cause every Sunday we bless the Lord, with the same tongues that curse His daughters. James called it deadly poison. Poison. So, what’s your choice then? You’ve got a Queen inside. Jezebel, you’re royal. And can’t anybody ever take that away from you on the condition that your heart and soul remain true to His. The omnipotent judge. You don’t want these dogs licking up your blood. Trust me. You can bless me or curse me. Sticks and stones break bones, but your words can murder me… Chorus Use it for evil or good good/ I wish we would would/ taste and see, then make efforts to be just like the good Lord./ Ephesians 5:1, (why?) cause when it’s all done, people will only remember us for the way we loved./Crashing cymbals, yeah you’re a fashion symbol, swagger tight, yet you worship in Baal’s temple. Mad sinful & your characters flawed, you carry on, but your very own sins are the ones that will bury your sons. Generational curses, they’re looking back at you like “I don’t even deserve this”. Born inside mental prisons, the product of your decisions./ We decide the type of world that we live in/ by the way we live in it/ By the way we’re renting it/ Cause it belongs to the Master a.k.a. the Landlord/ See, what you do with your dash is what you stand for/ A stamp of sorts that you imprint with your influence.

Sacrifice. That’s the price to live in this land of paradise. Use to be ours, free of charge, until deceit changed our appetites. Now a man’s got to work to live. Now it hurts for a woman to birth her kids. Returned to the dirt for the dirt we did. The serpent’s cursed, so on the earth he slithers. Animosity is grown between us. Got each of us pointing fingers at each other. Pointless. Sin is now discovered. Now we’re covered. Now we covet. How’s your brother? Now, we murder. Add a verdict. Blood for blood. What have we done? Judgment has come. Now we’re flooded. Flooded, flooded, flooded. But it, but it, but it. It’s not over. It seems as if man missed the plan. Got his cards dealt and switched hands. Even with a new start, and a water proof ark, he didn’t choose God. So now he builds a tower to demonstrate his power. Our languages scatter, but the heart of man remains the matter. So God uses Moses to compose His law on a stone tablet./ But we’ve got a problem keeping that/ What am I getting at?/ It was the female seed that would be the scheme to get Satan back. I’m stating facts. VERSE 2 There were about 400 years of silence prior to the birth of the Messiah: A baby boy born to die at a young age, but then rise on the third day to conquer death, hell, and the grave. Born to save men who craved to be born again and all of those that were born in sin. But to make this prophecy come true required that a woman humble herself to be the one used to carry the seed, a living Word that was God breathed in eternity past as the book of John reads. Mary was chosen and as a virgin, she conceived Jesus. The fetus. The free gift of eternal life. That was the call on her life, but it’s on all of our lives because every woman is destined by Heaven to birth something. A baby, maybe, but earth’s nothing without her power to nurse, mother, and encourage others. It’s in His purpose to save humans by using faithful servants who take their gifts and turn them into worship. A dream is but a means to make the gift surface. We sacrifice to see our men lead a happy life. We teach our kids that the world is at their grasp, but then we let our own dreams pass and even die. I don’t even doubt that right now you’re impregnated with a dream baby. Well, dream baby. Since God put a gift inside of you, birth it out of you. It’s true.

I am I am hope when another one bites the dust Strength when my children feel weak I am salt I do not seek because I am that good thing that the man finds. I don't mind standing behind him to watch his back, but At his side, I his rib belong in my rightful place I am the face of victory whose worth is far above rubies I am a dream come true Destiny some never knew I am peace in a chaotic world Every natural born woman and girl I am L.A.D.Y. Living as destined by Yahweh I am you

V1- Pretty women wonder where my secret lies/ I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion models size/ But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies./ I say it’s in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips/ I’m a woman, phenomenally./ Phenomenal woman, that’s me./ I walk into a room just as cool as you please/ and to a man, the fellows stand or fall down on their knees/ then they swarm around me, a hive of honey bees, but the eyes of every woman’s on me. I’m noticing a trend. I see that sisters get to hating when another sister is all up on her a-game. Wait a minute. Sister, if we’re supposed to be on the same team, then why are you calling me outside of my name? Could it be that we’ve been programmed by TV programs to be needy, competing for men that don’t know us? And even less than that, don’t even love us? Or are we just **tches with chips on our shoulders? I’m not a dog but, we’ve got a dogma that it’s a dog eat dog world. Eat proper. Seize the gist, heed to this, feed your conscience godliness and that’ll be exactly what you digest. V2 (Badia)- W-O -M-A-N, let me re-iterate again, woman phenomenal props to Maya Angelou Don't have to talk real loud and jump about showing what I can prove The click of my heels, the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand I move... up on this mic lettin you scope my inner mystery I share w/ women all across the globe be GOLD not GLITTERY No insult to injury, we all the same and meant to be Not vindictive, but within having the victory me and Ms. Monroe came to tell ya take a deep breath Latifah sparked the U.N.I.T.Y as the request No jealousy we don't compete to be the meekest we just tell you who the winner is like Seacrest you guessed, JESUS the reason we phenomenal women effort-less-ly so ease up we ain't got time to be petty We lookin to the one who's faithful until the day of completion V3- Ms. Monroe is what they call me/ Yeah, the fella’s adore me/ Treat me like a lady. Open up the doors for me/ Expect nothing less./ What you give is what you get./ I never neglect my ladies all over the map. I see you. Doing your thing, but I still wouldn’t want to be you./ Sure of this thing, I’m one in a million. Aaliyah. Tipping over the scale. This jawn would sale cause I know yall need this on your block. Cop it, put it on your cell. Some would describe my rhymes as phenomenal. I hope they cause a ripple effect like a domino. Vaminos. Let’s turn the heat up, degrees up. Graduate from A “B” to “C” eeing yourself as a queen, love. Like Aretha, respect is demanded. I’m salty, plus I light up a room like a lantern. In your panoramic view watch this go boom like a cannon. Enterprise for the wise, no fool would understand it or comprehend it.

Ms. Monroe. Unconditional. V1- He says he doesn't mind putting up the funds. Rubbing dimes just to cover mine. On one condition: All I've gotta do is open up, it up to you. Let you come on through Get in my bed. It's just too bad. (Ain't it?) Too bad… Chorus 1x I’m not up for sale. I’m not up for sale baby. (2x) I'm not up for sale (2x) I’m a need a commitment, before you get up in it BRIDGE: Two rings. My worth is more than rubies. I ain't looking for no Sugar Daddy. I've got everything I need. Appreciate the offer/I’m a skip it though. I know a lot of women say “I ain’t the usual”. That’s how it usually goes until a month or so later when you date her and take her to your abode. Mack game on with your Mac playing a song to get her in the mood cause you that dude. It’s like rat food. As long as you've got the cheese, she’s coming back. Trapped like in the Black’s hoods. Latitude affected by the attitude. She don’t know her worth. That’s why she added you to her list of guys. Took years to comprise, but you can see them all when you look into her eyes. Young Jezebel. Hard story to tell. Man uses you use him. Who’s to blame? Two kids, teaching them to do the same thing. It's a shame, ain't it? Chorus - 1x Cause I'm looking for unconditional.

V1- Ladidadi, we like to party/ I know my beauty isn’t defined by my body/ I’m young, but I ain’t ready for love like Beyonce/ unless you’ve got two things for me. Two rings for me./ An engagement and a wedding ring./ Outside of those, bro you ain’t getting anything./ Call me a canine, but I’d be lying if I said I was an easy catch./ Access denied./ I’m more than butt and breast./ I am a King’s child. I’ve got the mind of Christ and I like to speak my mind./ Voice of my own. Opinion. Grown woman – smelling, feeling, looking like a million bucks./ We keep it classy./ Trust. It ain’t nothing but a party tonight. /So call my girls and tell them we aight. Cause tonight we’re in CHORUS- Tonight, we’re in the ladies room. Tonight, we’re in the ladies room. Put your favorite dress on. Girl get your step on. It’s a celebration in the ladies, in the ladies room. V2- This is esoteric. This is certified./ You know we receive instruction from the Word of God/ so He can keep us from conversing with perverted guys/ who don’t seek to serve, but to hurt and objectify us./ New and old school. This is where it’s at./ For every woman out there wearing various hats./ Parents, mothers, whether your married or not./ If you’re taking care of your kids, that says a lot./ Meaning we ain’t gotta say much. I know the media is always portraying us/ as gold diggers with no wisdom, promiscuous./ Well you can step to this if you’re the antithesis/ Even though they doubt us, we keep a closed mouth cause our actions speak louder/ Ain’t gotta boast about it, post about it, tweet about it /cause we’re about it. Think about it. CHORUS V3- I know at times it can be hard to live right and do good,/ but my lady you can make it, hold your head high, keep the faith yeah… In the God up above us, who died for us cause He loves us./ And provides for all of his daughters. Truly, a Daddy that is sweeter than sugar. / I’ve got a proposal to make. I say we bring the lady back, bring her back to the States,/ across the border, and over the lake. Ahora es el momento para este. Hey!/ And you know that it’s on us grown-ups to teach the younger ones the 411./ Every day I pray to be a woman living as destined by Yahweh. If I may…

Inauguration i'm too excited its hard to breath, i start to panic, curled on the bed, God what is this feeling, browsing the explorer, an anxiety disorder random heartbreaks is apart of the grow up during your trials you still gotta show up getting use to life takes some time this is your body catching up to your mind hospital visits my bodys shaking doctor im dying girl your in panic xrayed your body aint nothing wrong lady calm it on down you'll be fine in the morning he said random heartbreaks is apart of the grow up during your trials you still gotta show up do not stop now,you've come to far to give up getting use to life takes some time this is your body catching up to your mind Ms. Monroe: Sweet love of mine, you're just a doberman./ I thought you were the one, you're just another man./ Looking in the mirror teary eyed, what a weary girl I am./ Young and naive like the rest of them,/ but my vocabulary is large so I thought I was among the best of them./ What a foolish plight and a grueling plunder./ You took my heart, stored and forgot it just like my number./ And every now and then I kind of wonder/ if what they say is true, "Life is a beautiful struggle"./ I thank God I'm alive, even though I'm ugly (spiritually)./ I don't deserve His grace or His mercy,/ but I get them both every morning./ That means each new day is cause for a celebration./ If that's the case then/ somebody tell me why I'm walking on the floor going back and forth pacing./ Heart racing. Feeling closed in the clothes I'm in./ My fears broke in, now I'm breaking down./ I call my mom, she ain't around./ Hope she calls me back. It calms me when she says... honey love just relax