His mark won’t hold me back I’ve got billion trillion starlights Shooting holding my stack And his dis illusion Melted onto the canvas Where his mind laid the tracks Carry to the sun This forever fever Making the sweat begin to run And take the earth back from The fallen one And let it spin where No man parades Claiming he’s king of these days While he’s out spreading jealousy and rage And she remembers as she watches Poetry in motion She remembers her own saving grace Saving Grace