| Forever a queen
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| Pure, black and ever so clean
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| When shit get hot, you help me watch for what these devils could bring
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| Responsible nightmares and having Federal dreams
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| And being grounded can bring you closer to heavenly things
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| I learn from you
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| I want you to teach me to love you
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| The missing piece to the puzzle
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| Single parent hustle
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| I feel stupid, thought cupid's arrows too dull to cut through
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| Sweet Sadie you gimme sugar
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| Place none above you
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| That cocoa butter on your skin took the G outta me
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| Wanna be with a king
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| Coretta must be your kin
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| Gotta be color blind
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| You can't see your a gem?
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| Before i break the family branch
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| I go out on a limb
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| I love your eyes
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| The way you stare, I love your heart
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| How you provide for whomever's there
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| [hook]
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| I promise I got you
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| How could i fault you for this?
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| You like the closest thing to God
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| Still we call you a bitch
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| Black woman
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| [verse 2: Nick Grant]
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| Uh, thanking God for your presence
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| You gifted, girl you a blessing
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| Since these women are ours, lets cherish them every second |
| Times get harder
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| That's why your heart darker than Florida Evans
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| Simply precious, my muse
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| My beautiful imperfection
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| Mother nature gave me life that's how they best describe it
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| The light of my life
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| But we still forever blinded
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| They turn around, exploit your physicals and televise 'em
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| We more concerned with diamonds and rhymes about who the flyest
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| Here's my lecture to recognize the timeless
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| Why do they hate her?
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| From Nina Simone, to Angela Davis
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| Hung up my jersey from modern-day playa
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| Know a single woman, who struggles
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| Working double, but still
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| Could never do her no favors
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| Know a single woman
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| Who fucking ball players for paper
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| Training the adolescent mind as celebrator
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| [hook]
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| If no you, there is no me
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| How could I fault you for this?
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| You like the closest thing to God
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| Still we call you a bitch
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| Black woman
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| [verse 3: Nick Grant]
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| Uh, I swear your hair is like the thickest cotton pickens
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| Headed for temptations, but thats not an option listed
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| And as i browse your mind I'm learning that your optimistic |
| Could probably vision us together buts thats not realistic
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| I heard rumors twice over and they sound horrific
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| But I knows better
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| Searching for your mouth to kiss in
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| And when I pray I tell my God that you're his best invention
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| And when I'm done touching your mind here's my next intention
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| A blessing isn't it?
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| A stand up nigga
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| Never poured me a four up
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| She wants the real me
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| And I ain't hesitate when I showed her
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| This ain't checkers its chess
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| Start our journey through flesh
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| Who the fuck are they kidding?
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| You nurtured men through your breast
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| I get he's awesome protection
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| You point the finger at fault
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| Was handed nothing, you vanishing
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| I can't stomach the thought
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| I couldn't manage to be here
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| The pain would damage my walk
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| My feet are tired, you embody
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| Everything I admire
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| Black woman |