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letra de for my tittas - barkaa

[intro]
barkaa
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[verse 1]
black sista, where you goin’? how you doin’? where you been?
i ain’t seen you on the scene for a couple of weeks
by all means, stay on your roll, you gotta do your thing
but please don’t sell ya soul for a couple of gs
embrace your black skin and your race within
you’re blessed by your blackness and your dark skinned kin
raise strong black kids, throw those drugs in the bin
and you’ll be bound to make your old people look at you and grin, ha
stand strong like your matriarchy
and titta, aim higher than the stars can reach
you ain’t gotta act different when it comes to me
i believe in ya, sista, take a walk with me

[verse 2]
like pac said: “the sweeter the juice”
you’re too deadly, sis, to go hang ya head in a noose
i know ya sick and tired of dealin’ with the drugs and abuse
you’re too strong, my sista, you know, the deeper the roots
black woman in a white man’s world, it’s tough
being s-xualized is all we’ve learnt, that’s enough
you’re worth more than getting’ treated like dirt
show love and give your sisters what they truly deserve: respect
we sick and tired of getting treated as less
saying that s-x sells but i got no products for pests
the way you treat your woman has you lookin’ real oppressed
she got her lore, you got yours, it’s time to have it addressed, ha
if she stands with you than stand with her
cause handin’ down this healin’ is the bigger picture
got nothing to do with your s-xual preference
this is about our solidarity that’s getting’ questioned
[verse 3]
don’t be shame, sis, let ’em know what’s up
pave the way for your babies so they grow up tough
aim higher even though you grew up in hard knocks
and show ya babies what it feels like when you truly are loved
and let me tell you somethin’: you ain’t defined by your past
they tried to judge me for it, look who gets to have the last laugh
cause i go hard, throwin’ stones surrounded by glass
won’t get you nowhere, i ain’t even ashamed of my scars
i’m a proud black sista, so don’t ever get it twisted
they was aiming at my downfall but they missed and turned to misfits
i’m really quite exquisite and my sisters keep it busy
we rockin’ out our culture with our elders as our witness
let me break it down so you get it stuck in ya head
a black woman raised you so don’t you ever forget
and i ain’t baggin’ out my bruvas, my bruvas are warriors
but if ya can’t respect ya tiddas don’t expect us to honour ya

- barkaa

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