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Assata's Song by Paris

Thinkin’ of you, and how the perception came to pass
Of a Queen bein’ just a piece of ass
So I ask ya how that sound
It’s for the sistas I missed the last time round
Because I can’t forget what ya been through
Can’t forget the hardships in what you do
So I’m payin’ ya the ultimate respect
Because I love ya and that’s what you should get
And it’s a shame that it comes as a surprise
From the man in the land of do or die
That the word could ever reach and educate
It ain’t nothin’ but a style to set us straight
And I’m raised right, so ladies still first
But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt your worth
Still thinkin’ of a master plan to protect and respect
Cause the fact is I love the black woman

And anyway I remember there was a time
When I would see ya and try and go for mine
Push up in the guts for a month or two
Leave a stamp, break camp, y’all know the rules
And if somethin’ went wrong it was your fault
The time was cut short and so were the phone calls
Then someone would ask if I know ya
Come up in my face and I would be like "what?" "who?"
But then I seen that the game was ignorant
The time had come for me to break away from that
Don’t ya know there ain’t no future in hurtin’ our own?
It’s bad enough that the trust and love are gone
So I strive for one to provide for and hold and take
And elevate and die for
So many people wanna destroy
But I can’t and I won’t stop ever bein’ true to black women

Now brothers, one last note to help us
Keep check cause some are livin’ life reckless
Runnin’ with women who don’t have respect for self
And too foul to wanna get help
And sister ya don’t need a man
Who cheats and mistreats and beats ya bad
It’s better to have nothin’ then somethin’ at all
And end up like a case bein’ worse than a close call
So listen to the message in the song
It ain’t nothin’ but a way to make us strong
Quit bein’ so quick to chase the juice
And diss us tryin’ to taste another’s fruit
In the land of Ameri - ka -ka -ka
I gotta hold my own and stay down with ya
Cause everybody wants to wreck
But I’ma love ya and show respect
I need ya black woman
 

To Listen Click Here: Assata's Song

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