| Used to dream of leather jackets and black berets
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| Black fist raised wishin' I was back in the day
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| With the courage of Tubman I’d be conductin' a train
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| Bet I sit with Rosa
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| Bet I march with King
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| Bet I wouldn’t take nothin' from the KKK
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| Bet I BPP
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| Bet I Stokley C
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| Bet I Bobby, bet I Huey
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| Bet I fight for we
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| Bet I need to snap back, reality check
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| I ain’t been to near one BLM protest
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| Yeah I post a lotta talk ‘cause I’m so upset
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| But it’s kinda complicated and I’m not the best
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| At time management I gotta lotta stuff to do
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| I can’t officially join but I support the crew
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| Too broke to donate, Ima pray for you
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| But the shirt so dope, Ima cop me two
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| Stop modelin' y’all
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| We got work to do
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| All hands on deck
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| Get on board
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| ‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore
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| We need
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| All hands on deck
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| Get on board
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| ‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore
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| We need
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| All hands on deck
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| I’m an independent woman
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| And a fighter and a lover
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| And a singer and a writer and
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| A whole lotta other
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| All of the foremothers been runnin' a marathon
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| Carried the flame far
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| Now they passin' it on
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| Don’t forget how they died
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| Don’t forget how they lived
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| Don’t forget what they gave
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| Everybody that did what they do
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| You don’t gotta be a Martin Luther King
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| What if Sojourner never said a truthful thing
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| What if Frida never painted and Nina she never sang
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| What if everyone despised what they had to bring
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| To the table don’t you ever think it isn’t enough
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| ‘Cause the party isn’t catered this joint is a potluck
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| You got to show up laced ready and set
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| No half-steppin' ‘cause this battle gonna take
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| All hands on deck
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| All hands on deck
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| Get on board
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| ‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore
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| We need
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| All hands on deck
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| Get on board
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| ‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore
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| We need
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| All hands on deck
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| What’s crackelin' peeps
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| It’s young Jacquelyn, peace
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| To my squad, Rip city to Romanian streets
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| I’m the daughter of some immigrants
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| Tired of the ignorance
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| People are people and that should be the end of it
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| But I know it isn’t so I got to play
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| Woman of few words with a lot to say
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| Don’t speak
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| Just listen as I tap the keys
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| Cause every revolution need a symphony
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| Sumthin' to march to while fightin' the good fight
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| My fingers do the talkin' I don’t ever need a mic
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| But since they gave it to me girl you know I gotta slay
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| High heel revolutionary faith all day
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| Liz Vice checkin' in on the mic
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| I’m a west coast kid
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| Wit' an east coast life
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| Moved to NY to find peace of mind
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| And maybe a nice guy unafraid of my shine
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| My ladies don’t hesitate
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| To be all that you was made
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| To be because you afraid
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| That you might intimidate a dude
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| I promise you
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| Your strength is beautiful
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| To all who really know the God
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| Who created you
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| Love to the haters
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| And the ity bity boys
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| Afraid to see the ladies
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| Makin joyful noise
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| We gave you all life
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| We hold half the sky
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| Too fly to be shy
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| Come dance wit' me bruh*
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| L, U, C, Double E
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| J, A, Double Z
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| Used to be embarrassed that my hair so cuddly
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| Then I got woke and broke my hot comb
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| Now I’m rockin' shows full blown afro
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| Finally I see the beauty in my own soul
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| Singin' love songs for those with low hope
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| Rebel with a cause
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| Rebel with a guitar
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| Dominicana you don’t wanna step to my bars
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| But on the dance floor you can step to my bars
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| Bachata if ya gotta
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| Shout out to DR
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| L. Jazz bringin' light and sass
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| I’m a brand new woman
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| With a broken past
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| But I know I been forgiven
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| So my hope is phat
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| For the future and the present
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| You can toast to that
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| All hands on deck
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| Get on board
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| ‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore
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| We need
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| All hands on deck
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| Get on board
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| ‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore
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| We need
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| All hands on deck |