歌词
(Verse 1)
In the heart of Chocolate City, where the rhythm's alive,
Jessica, our creative director, brings the vibe.
At Anacostia Arts Center, where dreams take their flight,
Black Girl Magic, in the soap-making light.
(Pre-Chorus)
Gather 'round, feel the beat, let's start this show,
From Howard University to Anacostia's flow.
With ingredients in hand, and passion in our eyes,
We're about to embark, on a colorful rise.
(Chorus)
Come through, join the crew, let's make some soap,
With Jessica's flair, and Black Girl Magic's hope.
Rylinda's guiding hand, in the hip hop groove,
In the world of soap art, we're about to move!
(Verse 2)
First step, gather 'round, let the creativity flow,
Pick your soap base, let your imagination grow.
Melt it down smooth, like a beat in the street,
In the melting pot of art, our stories meet.
(Pre-Chorus)
Add colorants next, like the hues of the dawn,
Mix it up, let your colors be drawn.
From vibrant reds to calming blues,
In Anacostia's palette, we'll never lose.
(Chorus)
Come through, join the crew, let's make some soap,
With Jessica's flair, and Black Girl Magic's hope.
Rylinda's guiding hand, in the hip hop groove,
In the world of soap art, we're about to move!
(Bridge)
Now it's time for fragrance, to tantalize the air,
With scents of joy and dreams, beyond compare.
Essential oils or fragrance, the choice is yours,
In this symphony of soap, let your spirit soar.
(Verse 3)
Incorporate the additives, for that extra flair,
From exfoliants to moisturizers, show you care.
Mix it all together, with love and grace,
In Anacostia's embrace, find your place.
(Pre-Chorus)
Pour into the molds, let your creations take form,
Like sculptors of dreams, in the calm before the storm.
Let them set and cure, as time gently flies,
In this moment of creation, let your spirit rise.
(Chorus)
Come through, join the crew, let's make some soap,
In Chocolate City's rhythm, where dreams elope.
With Rylinda's rhythm, and Anacostia's groove,
In the world of soap art, we're about to move!
(Outro)
So here's to Anacostia, where stories intertwine,
In the winding streets and alleys, where dreams align.
In the art of soap-making, we found our way,
In the heart of this neighborhood, where dreams sway.
