Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Assata's Song, artist - Paris. Album song Sleeping With The Enemy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.11.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Assata's Song |
Yeah, yeah. |
One time, one time. |
Goin out, goin out. |
To all the sisters. |
this one’s for y’all. |
Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass |
Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass |
So I ask you how that sound |
That’s for the sisters I missed the last time 'round |
Because I can’t forget what you been through |
I can’t forget the hardships and what you do So I’m payin you the ultimate respect |
Because I love you and that’s what you should get |
And it’s a shame that it comes as a surprise |
From the man in the land of do or die |
That the word could ever reach and educate |
It ain’t nuttin’but a style to set it straight |
And I’m raised right so ladies still first |
But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth |
Still thinkin of a master plan |
to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman |
And anyway, I remember there was a time |
When I would see you and try and go for mines |
Push up in the guts for a month or two |
Leave a stamp, break camp, y’all know the rules |
And if somethin went wrong it was yo’fault |
The time was cut short and so were the phone calls |
And someone would ax if I know you |
Come up in my face and I would be like, What — who? |
But then I seen that the game was ignorant |
The time had come for me to break away from that |
Don’t you know there ain’t no future in hurtin our own |
It’s bad enough that the trust and love are gone |
So I strive for, one to provide for |
And hold and take and elevate and guide for |
So many people wanna destroy |
But I cain’t, and I won’t, stop ever bein true to black woman |
Now brothers, one last note to help us Keep check of some are livin life reckless |
Runnin with women who don’t have respect for self |
And too foul to wanna get help, huh |
And sista you don’t need a man |
who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad |
It’s better to have nuttin than somethin at all |
And end up like a case bein worse than a close call |
So listen to the message in the song |
It ain’t nuttin but a way to make us strong |
Quit bein so quick to chase the juice |
And diss us tryin to taste another’s fruit |
In the land of Ameri-K-K-Ka |
I gotta hold my own and stay down wit’cha |
Cause everybody wants to wreck |
But I’ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman |