Slipped into this suit in the womb.
I’m a B3ing.
It’s a sapien suit. It’ll do.
I’m a being.

I strut this suit through the room.
I’m a B3ing.
It’s just another look in the cookbook.
I’m a B3ing.

Yes, I am Human, but I’m Being first.
Yes, I am Woman, but I’m Human first.
Yes, I’m a name. I’m a face.
I’m an age. I’m a race,
And I come from a place,
But remember what I say:
When you peel it all away,
I’m a B3ing.

You have eyes,
But do they see?
You have ears,
But do they listen?
You have a mind.
But is it sittin’ in a box?
You know it’s time
To level up.

Level One: I am.
Nothing else that I can prove.
Level Two: This is.
I must accept to get to the next…

Level Three: B3!
The longer I look, the more I see.
Act so your mind can be free.
Be a B3ing.

You have eyes,
But do they see?
You have ears,
But do they listen?
You have a mind.
But is it sittin’ in a box?
You know it’s time
To level up.

Still caught up in the minute?
Teach your mind to be in it.
It’s the moment. It’s not the time.
It’s the place beyond the rhyme.

Tell the noise in your brain to stop,
And the walls of the box will drop.
Take a look beyond and see…
You’re a B3ing.

You have eyes.
You have ears.
You have a mind.
You know it’s time.

Still caught up in the minute?