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letra de araminta ross - poor rich woman

chant:
down by the banks of the water;
eye only had a nickle and a quarter…

didn’t have very much to offer…
eye think about the pain that it cost her…

chorus:
eyeve survived in the city;
would of died for the the city
when the odds were against me;
but then eye had to look both ways and focus on me…
what eye saw wasn’t pretty;
so eye let eye round off; cause of what eye found out…
you can look into mi gun if you take mi krown off…
now mi hearts filled with fire; burned with the beat to inspire…
eyem here; there can be nothing higher!

verse 1:
eyem not living to say eye made it
thinking about mi grandma been traded
eye would of burned down every slaveship ph-k all of thys slave shyt
why the ph-k they just can’t erase it
like they tore out the other pages
mi lyfe ain’t promised
eyem thinking about sandra at the moment eye never wished to live like the jones
eye was moving like a tubman
no one ever knew eye was a ross
waking up the dead; shooting the lost
a big head n-gg-; asking to father to forgive er
mi momma told me jazz pull the trigger
ph-k being a public figure
being popular is a stigma
this is ether mixed with enigma
that’s why give eye thankhs
eyem drenched in the blood and the paint eye been through the flood with saints
and eye thugged with sinners
drunk from the grail and surrendered
found by mama now eye remember
laaawwwwwwddddd

verse 2:
give the goddess all of your respect
eyell never show mi eye to be the best
eye just want to past mi mammas test(yes) eyem studying miself and eye and reflect(welp)
straight from the womb to the coocoos nest(step)
now eye innerstand why the ph-k they want to k!ll us
used our own juju just to turn us into villains
but eye can tell healers from the monkeys in the middle
the dealers from the builders, and the susie raising pickles
from the land of damascus to city of syria jasmine’s the eye of these nu age spirituals this about the rise thys ain’t about been lyrical
eye was bearthed to protect you from sh-t that put fear in you
deliver you; why compromise, eyem on mi earth kitt
ph-k being perfect when you living with purpose
it’s worth it; cause eye could see the con in the conflict
are we too content to gift them tru devine content

bridge intro:
we were born to survive, don’t let them lie to you
this world we live in wasn’t designed for you
and eye know the truth hurts; like a bullet through the shirt
don’t you ever let them build what’s inside of you (no no)
activate the rise in you
wish eye could peel back the whole sky for you
because eye know this sh-t hurts
when you get it out the dirt
then you look into the mirror; who gone ride for you

bridge:
eyem sick and tired of being sick and tired…
same ol story someone different dies…
and the truth even committed suicide
now to survive; we live by the lips that lie
ask me how eye feel inside…
you can hear it in mi voice; this a different cry…
and the truth; eye wasn’t born spare to rod now the revolution won’t be televised

- poor rich woman

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