I'll be on the rooftop, basking in the moonlight
Searching for a star to bring me back to where I came from
I'll be on the rooftop, singing with my arms high
Hoping that my voice will keep me sheltered from the rain
If it's not Sandra it's Rekia, if not Korryn then Tanisha
I tried to say her name but it got caught between my teeth
I've been flossing for other reasons, lately my conscious squeaky
Til I hear another name and realize it could be me
And I ain't done a damn thing but stay black and pay tax
And draft tweets then delete then retreat inside this mind of mine
Cuz I ain't shit but a nigga with a degree
A sad excuse for survivor's guilt masquerading as queen
So I'm sorry, I truly apologize
The talented tenth of me is too caught up in all my dreams to be worried bout saving lives
And even if the life was mine, you'd make a hashtag and then forget me in a week
Or maybe that's just me, admitting my faults and falling short for everyone to see
I'll be on the rooftop, basking in the moonlight
Searching for a star to bring me back to where I came from
I'll be on the rooftop, singing with my arms high
Hoping that my voice will keep me sheltered from the rain
I'll buy a one way ticket to London and learn to miss you with distance
Fly away from our problems 'cause they're too giant to fix
And Goliath he fell with faith, Leviathan sinking ships
All this suffering, am I righteous with this silence or on my lips
I stay quiet 'cause when I speak, I don't seem to do us justice
Discussions of you & me empty out and leave us with nothing
But this nature and this knowing doesn't mean I shouldn't fly
It just means an ocean between could conclude in a goodbye
And I'm hoping it's not for always, hoping it's not for good
Hope floating me drifting away just like you said it would
Can't imagine my being belonging to someone new
Can't fathom my forever with anybody but you
I'd bet on us every time but this compass is pointing westward
Explaining how I'm feeling falls short with even my best words
The best term for this would be unconditional proof
Even on my best days I'm barely deserving you
I'll be on the rooftop, basking in the moonlight
Searching for a star to bring me back to where I came from
I'll be on the rooftop, singing with my arms high
Hoping that my voice will keep me sheltered from the rain
Sheltered from the rain