Broken Time

You tie your scarf While the kettle sings. Laugh at my jokes That ain't even funny. Your cocoa hands On my tired face. Turn this small room to a sacred place. This that brown sugar on my skin, Deep and sweet. Soaking in every scar, Every soft place I've been. You love me like you know my kin. Oh. This Black love I'm living in Feels like home, feels like home again. You oil my hair On a lazy night. Phone on mute, Curtains blocking light. We talk 'bout fears From another day. Then you hum that hymn, And they fade away. This that brown sugar on my skin, Deep and sweet. Soaking in every scar, Every soft place I've been. You love me like you know my kin. Oh. This Black love I'm living in Feels like home, feels like home again. Feels like home Again. Feels like home again. Feels like home again. We don't gotta prove our hearts to the world. We just pass the rice, twist and twirl. Dance in the kitchen barefoot slow, So slow. Every "you good" say more than you Know. This that brown sugar on my skin, Deep and sweet. Soaking in every scar, Every soft place I've been. You love me like you know my kin. Oh. This Black love I'm living in Feels like home, feels like home again. Feels like home again. Again. Feels like home, feels like home again.