Lyrics:
Loose the chains that enslaves every woman every man
loose the mental chains of your mind and take a stand
Turn this volume up and put a shock on this
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
Ooh, woman, tell me what you want
And I'll calm down without bleeding out
With a broken heart that you stabbed for an hour
Woman, I was freaking
awhile
The tribe a perfect sphere
Unity, energy, life and the woman we usually like
The black goddess of light
Never lose my Buddha nature on the stage
look
Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been token
All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
Good looking, son, yo, son,
Sittin' by de ocean,
Me heart, she feel so sad...
Don't got de money
To take me back to Trinidad.
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp
they didn't raise me, so shout out Black women
So much commenting, show me what you good at (nigga)
Tell me the highs of the valley that your boots
A hand that you can trust
Laid steady on your chest
Working for the better good
(which is good at its best)
And too, bearing witness
Like a woman
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town
Looking for a cripple and a thief
A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me
Just trying
missed the end
We go back to black, the void kissed again
Only now, No later
Won't say those days are gone for good
I'll daydream they mean as much as they
After my shows it's a lonely road
So I sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
I got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
I supposed to win by nature
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
There ain't
life
Truth is, I was faded
Somethin' that was never stated
101 highway was rainin
Tryna change my mind, barely made it
Jay died then I lost my woman
bound
Aimless as a widow
In an empty town
She discarded her burdens
As best she could
Dumpsters don't hold
Guilt too good
His throat, it bled
With black
they feel
When their brothers are ill, They'll be jumping out the window
Son, you know the deal
Bank account went flat
Business Tooken by a black
Yo,
on the block
And when a white woman see my black skin her purse get put in a headlock
It's a sticky situation how the rich still make money from the poor like
into pebbles on the block
And when a white woman see my black skin her purse get put in a headlock
It's a sticky situation how the rich still make money
You seem to take good care of yourself
She said you want to come over to my apartment
I said of course but I don’t usually do that
Her apartment
it'll choke you out, but if I go down, I'm done for
If you know what's good, better follow me out the door
I'm a woman in a cell, a coin in a well,
a taste of blood.
This won't do you any good.
I am the woman of creation.
I am the force of a nation.
Why would I dim my light just because you're
(The family of a Kentucky woman shot and killed by police is demanding answers)
Say her name
(Breonna Taylor's family claiming officers blindly fired
What it's like to be a black woman
It's a blessing
Why do you try degrade us tell us that we are aggressive
We got to try twice as hard to be
Honda Accord hit the pike it was gone
Good times holidays was my favorite ones
Do anything for that girl and her favorite sons
Beautiful black queen yous
Stirrings in the ground
And the whirring of giant wings!
Watch out! Look!
Blotting out the moonlight
Thick black rain falling on the
City on fire!
City
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