| My daughter she a princess
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| The world ain’t slaughtering her skin yet
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| These Kanyes have not become important to the Kims yet
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| But when she gets older there’ll be brothers same colour as her Pappa who will
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| not be showing any sort of interest
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| (Have mercy on my brothers, yeah)
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| Disrespecting women who remind them of their mothers
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| Disrespecting women who remind them of their sisters
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| Disrespecting women who remind them of their cousins
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| (Have mercy on my brothers)
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| Everyone’s entitled to their own taste
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| But every time you pricks make a statement
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| I can find a rival in my own race
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| I love all types of women
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| Variety is okay
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| But society will throw shade
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| So who’s fighting for the sisters then
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| When their own brothers keep on dissing them
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| Try and picture Justin as a little one
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| Daddy was around but I was raised by the womendem
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| Nan, aunts, mummy
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| Black woman significance
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| So fuck you and your ignorance
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| When I was young I had Ashanti on my wall
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| And there was pictures of my family in my front room with certificates
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| University graduates and good citizens
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| Baby keep doing you
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| Don’t let the world ruin you
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| No matter what they say, you are beautiful
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| Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder
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| And we don’t know who is who
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| Who are they to slew when they slewing you?
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| Babe, you’re golden
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| So Golden
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| I need you golden
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| So Golden
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| I can cry those tears for you
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| Again
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| But just know I’ll be there for you
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| To keep you golden
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| And they say sticks don’t break no bones
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| But their words might still hit home
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| Broke up bags on concrete stones
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| Look at all this is our soul
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| To keep your golden
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| So golden (so golden)
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| So golden (so golden)
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| I need you golden (so golden)
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| So golden (so golden)
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| Black rose
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| When you was doing light skin vs dark skin
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| Some was doing white skin vs our skin
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| Divided and conquered
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| Living but slightly unconscious
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| Killing each other minor (problems)
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| Do I define a monster
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| Cos my knife is longer
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| My left is weak but my right is stronger
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| What I really mean is my writing’s stronger
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| Should I wife a Kate or should I wife a Rhonda?
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| I don’t mind either genre
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| Brothers back home using cake soap
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| I’m only caked up 'cause I make dough
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| We’re all try stay afloat in the same boat
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| But I’m trying to be the goat not scape goat
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| Are you aware of who I am?
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| There’s something called opinions and I really can’t escape those
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| Er, he’s black and he’s ugly
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| Nah, I’m black and I’m lovely
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| Only god can judge me
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| This ones ones for my brothers that are lonely in this fuckery
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| Coming home from school and your shadows your only company
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| Really I’m from Africa but I don’t know the country
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| I’m a lost man
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| Where the hell are my locks at?
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| Got me looking at a dashiki like what’s that
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| And still I’m jango to you house niggas
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| I get even with the Stevens in combat
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| Babe, you’re golden
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| So golden (so golden)
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| So golden (so golden)
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| I need you golden (so golden)
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| So golden (so golden)
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| So golden (so golden)
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| I can’t cry those tears for you
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| Again
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| But just know that I’ll be there for you
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| To keep you golden |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Rose , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп