| One Two
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| one two (ah)
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| Body hurting
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| Seem the wold is still turning
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| A witch that would it burn
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| to be. |
| and to be woman
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| To be permanently stuck in the skin of a sinner
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| like bitter cinnamon
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| and broken my … into splinters
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| Is it because i’m magic and my veins are not blue?
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| Sisters and hoes know the woes is the same
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| If you, you found me slaying but you still say my name
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| what if i sang about the woman that he brought at home too
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| i’ve been crying for my brothers but i cry for me too
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| even though we were… who taught sun to get melodical
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| i’m plenty blended but dont call me exotico
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| like i was half black and half beautiful
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| its so methodical i find it diabolical
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| only encrypted in the code its biological
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| You strip the pride that is rising in my follicles
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| but these curves are not a caricature for your capitalizing or decolonize me
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| as a western a metropolis yes down to … mississipi all the way down to the
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| west
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| i feel my back is breaking and and. |
| yanking my chest
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| the fruit is getting stranger and the streets never rest
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| but this is for you
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| Sarah Baartman you’re an art to this marksmen
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| show you in the town square put you up to |