Her grandma used to say – “lè i bon – di i bon”
When it is good – say it is good
And Hardliner is shouting it from Mt Kilimanjaro
The shit’s been coming down good lately

“I’m lost without you – can’t help myself
How does it feel to know that I love you baby”

Umph – dat white boy Robin Thicke
Gats some mad flavor up in his gravy
So finger licking good – Hardliner figures she gon
Set up camp in I-Wants-me-Some Ville semi-permanently

She don’t know why Hatshepsut has summoned her
Cause she aint in no way – shape or form –
In no kinda mind for a breakthrough right now
Her love jones has her floating above the Earth
And it gon take a breakthrough from hell to drag her ass homebound

“…You wanna touch yourself when you see me
Tell me how you love my body
And how I make you feel baby…”

Ah sookie sookie – Robin

And Eden is blissful once more – sister?

You dayum right – mama

The Grand High Queen bows her head
Hardliner is so high right now she is unperturbed
By the dry mocking humour dusting Hatshepsut’s respect
Although Oya’s winds are beginning to get their swirl on
Traces of a breakthrough caress the air
And just a whiff of the thang
Tells her it gon be real stank and unreasonable
But she’s vybing Robin real hardcore

“I want it this way – I want it that way – I want it”

For how long this time sister

Umph – here it comes
Like the teeth grating sound of a vinyl record on rewind
Now Robin’s sweet seductive voice
Is being dragged out like some evil chant
And her ass is being pulled back to Earth faster
Than a thief in a getaway car

Oh man – how you be mama?
Sobering up a sister only to jack her up
With some new found enlightenment

Just a question sister
One needs to be aware that one cannot
Heal wounds on the soul with carnal pleasures

BAM!
Robin gon!
Now it’s just sister gurl and Her Royal Badass
And right about now she is fixing to bolt like a runaway slave

Indeed you are acting like one sister
Instead of facing your issues like a warrior queen

Ouch – the first nip at the heal
In her love jones heights she forgot to maintain
Her look out for those little Asp zingers
But now her back is up and she’s already been bitten
So she figures why not go for the direct approach
What is it that you want sister
Hardliner hurls her question at the High Queen
Impatience and frustration bubbling to the surface
As Oya’s transforming winds circulate wildly about her
Bone tired aint an understatement here – whutt?

To own your dirt Hardliner

These days all she does is deal with her dirt
And she is up to her eyeballs in it

No sister you choose the dirt that feels
The least uncomfortable
Dealing with your daddy issues was painful
Yet they are not as raw as your mama drama – which by the way
Cannot come close to your messy dance with marriage
Those wounds sister – you cleave to your bosom
Like a newborn babe

Yeh – Hardliner prefers the snake bite
The stank on Planet Hardliner is churning up a storm in her soul
This chick wants her to vomit her marriage mess
Heyul no – sista gurl intends to leave that shit alone
Run nigga run is in effect

Such a pity sister that knowing better
Forces you to do better by hounding you mercilessly
Until you submit to healing
I am here sister – because you summoned me
I have already fought and won my wars
My legacy lives inside every Nubian girl
What legacy will you leave your daughter
One of fear and mistrust of love
Or one that teaches her to soar open skies like an eagle
Without the fear that love will break her
Your slave is already free- don’t look for her

Yeh – the bish found beyond the rainbow –
Jacked the little Green Leprechaun
Set up digs on her remuneration land
And framed her freedom papers –
Right now she is doing the rocking chair thang on
Her front porch taking in a psychedelic sunset
Leaving Hardliner salty about having to deal with her marriage dirt
Plain truth – she don’t wanna do it
But the nausea churning her soul is dayum near unbearable

Here snake-y snake-y
Where is a dayum Asp when a Queen needs one
She is met with the steely glare of the ancient Pharaoh

Don’t make me please

The plea comes out surprisingly vulnerable
But the high queen is implacable
Like Maat weighing the mortal heart against her lone feather

What do you think the outcome would be sister
Weighing your heart against her feather
Would it balance out or is your heart too laden
With anger – bitterness – fear and mistrust

Hardliner knows this truth
She has kept it close to her clogged up bosom
It brought her to this space and calls her to inhabit it
But how – isn’t a human’s first response to fight
Their way out of any uncomfortable situation
She wants to run so bad
But like a bad dream her feet are glued to ground
Forcing her to embrace this breakthrough or
Shit – there is no choice – not even a dayum snake bite

Alone without her house slave to get her out of uncomfortable spaces
Hardliner sits with her black stained heart
She never thought it was pure as the driven snow
But she did not expect the dark stains
Is this her daughter’s legacy
Cynicism of love – hope and faith
She feels miniscule in the midst of Hatshepsut’s Valley
With Oya’s transforming winds swirling wildly around her

Help me
She reaches for the Great I Am
Her God – savior – Father

“Lay down thy weapons daughter”
Comes the reply

She turns to find the Grand High Queen beside her
Only then does she realize that her knees have hit the sandy ground
The ancient Pharaoh radiates compassion and wisdom
Are you ready to look into your mirror sister
You will not break
A daughter of the Great I Am cannot break