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Since she was a child she felt that she did not belong
She would pray to Jesus who she did believe was blonde
She heard of America and saw that as her goal
Met a dude they called Anilo who would sing her sappy songs
Write her sappy poems from a boat he called his home
In the navy he was stationed all the way across the globe
So she said fuck it took a trip
She was tipped
The spouses fly free
Yolanda straight dipped
Across the sound out in Bremerton alone
Hit up the USO and called my daddy on the phone
My daddy didn’t know the quarter
Dex said, «Ayo, your wife is at the airport over at the USO»
My pop ain’t have a car back then so he had to borrow
A friend’s ride to pick up his wife
«So began the struggle»
Father hella broke so
Momma’s many hopes of America were not the way the missionaries told her
Eventually they moved on down to Cali
Gave birth to a pistola and so then began a family
And by the time my little brother Dre came
Hard times hit us, dad under pressure
He took it out on mom and mom used to bruise and
My dad hit the road, so mama used to use
Living in the hood, single mama, one room
Then one day she wiped the tears off, enrolled herself in school now
While she in school, I used to hang around the block
And add to the stresses till my cousin got shot
Depression hit my mom so bad
Especially to see a new woman with my dad
My mom’s heart trembled, but her focus stayed straight
Used to ride the RTG, 6am every day
Trying to keep her kids from seeking jail time plus
Trying to keep some food in our guts
Got me saying hey ma
Hey ma x 4
Wassup ma?
Hey ma x 3
Yeah
Yeah, that’s the story of my mama
And that’s he reason why I never make it rain with dollars
And that’s the reason why I find it difficult to love you
Cause mama never had the time to show me how to function
Through the hard times mama used to shut the door and cry
So sorry if when we fight I kick the door inside
And yeah I got some issues with you listening
And that shit probably come from being raised not given
The attention that I wanted, but I wanna make us work
So I read Grace Lee Boggs and bell hooks' work
But real shit, that practice so much harder than the theory
When we get to fighting, I’m fighting the demon in me
The patriarchy in me, or the womanizer in me
Start to creep up when a bunch of brown women near me
But you don’t never worry never trip
Make up to break up shit you me and my kid
Through credit cards getting shut
To using EBT cards when shit got rough
Khalil’s got a momma who ain’t tripping off dough
Cause what Khalil’s mama understands is how to be broke
To my beautiful brown babies and they beautiful mamas
When you old enough, treat your sisters just like your mamas
And if you comfortable throwing some money at your mom
Delete this off your iTunes me and you got a problem
Ey yo ma
What’s up, ma?
«I don’t know what anyone else believes but, but I believe females deserve the
ultimate respect at all times, no matter when were how»
«Get out bitch, «x2
Women raped at an alarming rate
Overseas, the united states
Big booty jiggling all in my face
But the oppression of a woman we just look the other way
Yeah she fly, but I don’t care
Profile pic with her ass in the air
Exploitation exploitation with a worker in a field in her underwear
Oh yeah we got freedom over here
Taliban oppress all the women when they wear
A woman in a burka and they murder a woman for getting raped
And for infidelity they getting stoned by prayer
Fuck em fuck em fuck em let em all die slow
Just try the other side of the coin, with less clothes
Women being used as a marketing tool
To sell everything from cell phones to bottles of brew
I guess the freedom to be Props in the video cool
Need a couple have you
Mama always told me never take no shit
And mama had me on that fuck the police shit
«Every time I see their sign on their car saying to protect and to serve I say
to myself shit, you are there to accuse and to abuse. To them all suspects are
guilty until proven innocent, and they have to be beaten up.»
You see? I told you
I feel exploited, oppressed, objectified in my flesh
«One time a police officer called up asking to support their fundraising,
I almost said ‘hell no, no way.' I wanted to say, «Sorry, I have no money,
I just bailed out my son.»