BLACK WOMAN
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daily problems she be dealing with she got to shake it off/
when she starts seeing things different in her life that's the day she'll wake up/
and stand up/ stop giving a fuck about what people say/
she's a black woman/
she used to party trough out the weekend just to get that feeling/
black rooted deep print she is Mozambiquen/
born miles away from decency destined to be leaving/
to the belly of the beast where she would keep on dreaming/
still breathing till this day hope to see her kids play/
when she's over fifty years old and when living is simple/
looking back at her life as a miracle/
peeping into the future rewind she is still little/
an adolescent with her past she still wrestling/ like avalanches chasing her on her passage/
Edwin she met him too much aggression she left him/
took the two kids once up on a time her only weapon/
was partying trough out the weekend to get rid of that feeling/
black rooted deep print she is Mozambiquen /
born miles away from decency destined to be leaving/
she's here now all of her dreams she will achieve em/ One day/
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her parents she often used to worry them sneaking out the house and hurrying/
out with her love Urbian she is Cape Verdian/ at first she used to work with him/ then she used to flirt with him/
then she started cursing him out/ very concerned with him/
like a good mother she nurtured him like food she kept conserving him/
from getting so rotten too late he was already burnt within/
she's twenty he's almost thirty been bad al his life he'd hurt women/
provided her first whooping and said are you leaving she said affirmative/ permanent
cause the flight we're on contains too much turbulence/
racing in the tournament cats tried to murder him/
slowly turning into a monster luckily some one turned him in/
before it was too late forget a bout him cause this verse isn't about him/
but about her and the days she used to be hurrying/
out with her love Urbian she still is Cape Verdian/
at first she used to work with him at Burger King she flirts with him/
he's no more but one day she'll find a perfect king/
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To my Caribbean Dominican women/ Brazilian women you got to shake it off/
to all the west north east south African women/ European blond women shake it off/
to Asian women with there beautiful eyes/
to all the women around the world/
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NOMADS
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I been travelling a cross the globe/
so many places to see and go/
on my way to an other show/
still trying to get that dough/
life of nomads/
travelling a cross the globe/
wait until the day we blow/
go with the wind going with the flow/
it feels good to be back home/
they say home sweet home so I hop on a plane/
walk the same path as pops back in the days/
on my bare feet cause there's glass on the ground/
gunshots going of a terrible sound/
bullets more expensive than the gun it self/
inspiration is pain we don't seek for help/
leafs on the palm trees hanging like my dread locks/
people don't have hope every morning they get up/
to work an other day just to get trough the day/
just to get to the phase to forget an other page/
lady at the market smiling inside crying/
trough the misery happy cause the sun is shining/
trough the misery happy cause inside black diamonds/
exotic fruits on the beach we're kings your highness/
can't even express in this song/
don't know where I belong or even if it's good to be home/
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let me let my pen bleed better yet my pen speak/
and let my heart lead listen to my heart beat/
you can’t blame me I’m just a hungry black kid/
travelling the globe try to find out what life is/
now they envy me cause I’m where they wanna be/
and I’m who they wanna be yup/ and I know I’ve got a melody/
jealous fuckers wanna murder me please/ may those thoughts freeze /
I’m a god’s creature you can call me weak minds teacher/
Those who wanna be richer they die young so one day I guess you’ll see a clearer picture/
I already know that’s the reason why I run before the gun blow/
When I rock the show my mind is on check for those who wanna murder my flows/ o no
oh no I never choose to die slow/
I can see they greedy that’s why they try to trick/ like a ball they wanna kick me
But they’ll never be Ronaldo/ ('Zulu')
They stuck in old days thinking crime pays forgetting that crime pays in two ways/
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