Yea, so we got this called "for women" right Originally, it was by nina She said it was by, you know Down south, in the south, they used to her mother antie She no mrs. antie She said if anybody ever her antie She'd the whole goddamn place down I'm past that into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
I got off the 2 in brooklyn on my way to a session Said let me this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin' We got in a she said she a 107 Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a She had her wrapped And long that peeked out the back Like antenna to help her get a sense of she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the of her memories Felt like an angel had sent to me She lived nigga to colored to negro to black To afro then and right back to nigga You she'd be bitter in the twilight But she alright, cuz she done sseen the circle of yo Her skin was black like it was packed with Back in the days of slaves she packin' like harriet Her are long and she moves like song Feet corns, hand with callouses But her heart is warm and her is wooly And it attract a lot of energy negative She dead that the head wrap is her remedy Her back is strong and she far from a This is the back of the whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, been Inflicted again and again and again and again and It to the love for her children nothing else What do they call her? call her aunt sara
I know a girl with a as beautiful as the rain Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual Seems she deals with losers who be usin' them games Chasin' the brothers away like she confused in the brain She to get it where she fit in On that dream mission paid tuition For the to find out her history was missing and started flippin' Seeing the world through different eyes askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides Yo, her is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond And her hair is long and just like sleeping beauty See, she truly like she belong in 2 worlds And that she can't relate to girls Her father was and white still livin' with his wife But he forced on her mother late one night call it rape that's right and now she take flight Through life hate and spite inside her mind keep her up to the break of light a lot of times (I gotta myself) She had to herself They her safronia the unwanted seed Blood still in her vein and still red when she bleeds (Don't, don't, hurt me again)
Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in Holdin' hands under the apollo marquis dreamin of Since they was born the streets is watchin' and And now it got them facin' deseases That don't you they just got problems And complications get you first Yo, it's getting worse, when children the fact that they pregnant Cuz scared of giving birth How will I feed baby? How I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, dead from aids in '89 At 14 the baby hit the same they became her master The children of the enslaved, grow a little faster They bodies adult While they the thoughts of a child her arrival Into womanhood was up by her survival Now she 25, grown out her own Doin' it takes strippin', workin' out on the block Up on the phone, about (My skin is tan the front of your hand) (And my hair) (well my hair's alright whatever way I to fix it, It's it's fine) (But my hips, these hips of mine invite you daddy) (And I fix my lips my mouth is like wine) (Take a sip don't be shy, I wanna be your lady) (I ain't too good for mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am i) (Why I'm yours if you got enough to buy) (You better stop with the compliments we out of time,) (You wanna whatever we could do that it's your dime) (From harlem's from where I came, worry about my name,) (Up on one-two-five call me sweet thang)
A daughter up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds Left the plantation when she saw a sign even she can't read It from god and when life get hard she always speak to him She'd rather kill her than let the master get to 'em She on the run up north to get across mason-dixon In church she how to be patient and keep wishin' The promise of eternal life after death for that god bless She swears the next she'll have will breathe a free breath And get milk from a breast And love beeing they'll have to give up being themselves to survive Being maids, ladies maybe teachers Or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and addicts Some will grow to be old women, some die before they born They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make (But me, my skin is brown and my is tough,) (Like the love I my babies when the rainbow's enuff,) (I'll kill the first muthafucka mess with me, I never bluff) (I ain't got time to lie, my has been much too rough,) (Still running with barefeet, I ain't got but my soul,) (Freedom is the ultimate Life and is small on the whole, in many ways) (I'm awfully bitter days 'Cuz the only parents god gave me, were slaves,) (And it me, I got the destiny of a casualty,) (But I through my babies and I change my reality) (Maybe one day I'll back to georgia on a train,) (Folks 'round there call me peaches, I that's my name.)