(Intro)

Spinning across hot street tops after curfew.
The wind never looked so sweet to me then.
With freedom on the line
and her face on my mind.....

Verse:

Of course my fate was worth the gamble bluff
scattering courage in front of moms, but I can handle her
poppin' my last Now & Later for fragrant chatter bugs
she know she got me rattled
digging fingers in my matter
think I'm idolizing Saturn's pretty rings and things
I could give her when she gets older, slower,
something to glare at,
something to stare at,
caressing curls into my hair naps
nervously forming question marks.
We met up at that oak tree,
broke out a pack of smokes,
sat in silence for some moments,
she said " Boy, you know you're extra dark."
That made me giggle but secretly felt embarrassed,
such a perfect illustration of how she split my awareness,
forming quiet lessons, confessing visions I had of marriage,
but she stopped my slang,
and then she sang:

Chorus,

Mykele and Drea:

Mz. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack,
Must stay on track, track, track,
Don't need no promise, promise promise,
to find her knack, knack, knack,
so may I ask: Whatcha gon' do? Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?
learning you can't own me, living with that knowledge boo?
She passed the cig, I felt it shake in my hand,
Took me some time til' i could understand, just what she meant, yo.


Verse:

Fast forward, we both in college grew up in an instant
dispensed with, playing tag to pondering existence,
I majored in fine art, I think she went statistics,
ohh girl, how fitting
where was it written
that we would make it out the slums in one piece,
and live to see the day i got to meet my little niece,
and she would walk the stage to tears upon her mother's cheek
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude
because she spoke that prophecy directly to my blossoming,
I found philosophy when I was lonely,
no one had to love me except myself to keep on going,
found an inner strength at that oak tree between the smoking,
even though she had me open,
never let me lose my focus
and determination,
now I'm just waiting for response,
I sent a message yesterday to even up our odds,
been a minute since we talked,
and yes I know she's living large,
saw the flashing red,
her message said:

Chorus:

Mz. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack,
started thinking back, back, back,
and all our talks, talks, talks,
kept her on track, track, track,
so may I ask: Whatcha' gon do, whatcha, whatcha gon do?
now that the love is in the distance not behind you?
Before I typed I had to think on what she said,
took me some time til' i could understand, just what she meant.