Intro (Push Out The Noise)

[Intro: Jessica Care Moore] Push out the noise Songbirds replace the morning commute Face adjusting to the lack of sunshine in the blink of an eye We know exactly where we were when the world stood still and grounded all the stars On our back porch patios relearning the subtle art of breathing Our tribes, our well traveled scars We found warmth inside a family of arms Connected with other mothers Crafting countless lives and transforming two-bedroom apartments into theatrical stages Ceilings covered in constellations Learning really begins at home now We remember every lyric to every song ever played Living room is the dance floor God bless the DJs Perhaps the battleground and our peace of mind our suspended on the edge of Earth Balancing gracefully right outside our front doors And the laughter of our brilliant boys and the de-silencing of our majestic girls We (We) push out (Push out) the noise (The Noise) What is more radical then authentic love? Moon at half mass, masquerading as global light I see the God in you, that's what goddesses do I made you breakfast too, we eat at noon We move time Sometimes the bravest step is standing our ground B-Girl stands defiant along these divided skies The same hands that built all those churches dipped in gold Palms open and breakdance pose into prayer position Also made you dinner and kissed away all your fears The ones that saw us in the future and prayed us into existence from the 1700's We still here Everywhere aliens Where to win if not in our own mythology? Where to find comfort if not in the arms of our lover? Our children swing, our breath pushes them into possibility and whispers their stories into truth Birth is never planned, but oh, how we first cry Fly Sankofa style back into a safe place along his treasure chest A few moments right before the sun sets when summer returns after winter wept Tears become a necessary blessing, a holy water for the forgotten We are praying to any ancestor listening Ain't we always been a amplified joy? A boombox altered for the descendants of drums and water bearers A gathering of souls A sanctuary surrounded by natural springs, the bling of butterflies Headphone escape route, a survivor's anthem plays on Someone will tell them, "We are still alive" We fight inside the music on our own land Built from ancestral memory and questions When do warriors rest? When there is nothing left to die for What have you learned from being inside? There's still no place like home