Another night, slips away (phone ringing)   in other words, (yo, who's this?) I should say   there are no words, (y'all heard it) you should say   there are no words, (I mean it's life)   every night, slips away (I mean, what can I say? it's best)   in other words, I should say   there are no words, you should say   there are no words      Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real   get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift and heal   I wish I could talk to Lauryn   I mean excuse me, Ms. Hill   and let her know how much we love her its real   the industry was beating her up   then those demons started eating her up   she need a savior that'll bleed in a cup, yup   we used to kick it in the salad days   when she look at me like she ain't know me when she see me nowadays   I nod, she nod back, that's how it stay   her songs still better than anything out   that "Hot" or "Power" play   remember how they accused her of saying   she did her album without help   then she went to Rome to sing   and tell the Pope about herself   just after she left the Fugees   started rolling with the Marleys   got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Block Party   she made songs about Zion   and trying to be faithful   took Blackstar on tour in Europe   I was so grateful   speaking for myself but I'm sure I could speak for Dante   I got to watch a show with Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte   we used to chill at Nkiru, her moms was a customer   she used to love to buy the books by Octavia Butler   Parable of the Sower, the main character's name was Lauren   what the album did for black girls' self-esteem was so important   I got concerned when she got sick on the road   she ain't heavy, I'm a brother   and I wish that I could pick up the load, but no      another night, slips away   in other words, I should say   there are no words, you should say   there are no words   another night slips away   in other words, I should say   there are no words, you should say   there are no words   Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real   get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift and heal      got her assitant on the the phone   "I need to talk to Lauryn"   and I wanna walk through the storm, and I could be the umbrella   when the rain is pouring   please, this no disrespect to whoever your man is though   this relationship is strictly music like D'angelo   I know you hate Babylon, and wanna see it fall   but they won't let you read your poem at the BET awards   you give us hope, you give us faith, you the one   they don't like what you got to say   but still they beg you to come, whoa   now that's powerful sis, it's black power   we get money, keep our eyes on the final hour   and no I ain't saying you Christ, that would be sacriligous right?   but you can blow up the night, sisters the rats is vicious   the raps the sisters recite with their black fist up   the devil's last wish is a queen that rise past bitches   we used to read Francis Crest or anything   by Third World Press will press   but what the power of the word suggest   hatched ideas in our heads like birds in the nest   you gave birth to a new sound like Donda West, yes   should I be saying all of this while the mic is on?   I might as well let it out because one day I might be gone   I write this song and hope you feel how much we love you   and you play it, cause I really ain't got the words to say it   but yo      another night, slips away   in other words, I should say   there are no words, you should say   there are no words   another night slips away   in other words, I should say   there are no words, you should say   there are no words   Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real   get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift and heal