| People askin' me what’s goin' on my mind
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| Huh, (Hey!)
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| Wait a minute
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| «The true worth of a race must be measured by the character of its woman…»
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| Just a matter of race
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| Cause a black male’s in their face
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| Step back for the new jack swing
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| On the platter, scatter, huh
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| (We got our own thing)
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| Yes, just jam, let the rhythm run (Boy!)
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| Day to day, America eats its young
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| And defeats our women
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| There is a gap so wide, we all can swim in
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| Drown in (Uh, get down!) and get it
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| Got it goin' on with it
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| Sister (hey) soul sister, we goin' be all right
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| It takes a man to take a stand
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| Understand it takes a woman to make a stronger man
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| (As we both get strong)
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| They’ll call me a crazy Asiatic while I’m singin' a song
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| (Oh, oh!) Oh my God, oh my lord, I can’t hold back
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| So I get exact on a track
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| It’s an eye for eye, tooth for tooth
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| Forget about me, just set my sister free (Sisters!)
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| My sister’s not my enemy
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| Cause we’ll be stronger together to make them all say
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| Damn! |
| (This generation!)
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| (I don’t know what this world’s coming to!)
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| They don’t know what we got goin' is (sound)
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| (See you!)To turn it all around
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| To my sisters I communicate with the bass and tone
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| Thru speakers and the microphone
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| Cause I’m tired of America dissin' my sisters
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| (For example, like they dissed Tawana)
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| And they try to say that she’s a liar
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| My people don’t believe it, but even now they’re getting higher
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| Off the feeling, inspiration
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| We must know that in this nation
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| Every single generation
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| (They teach us how to diss our sisters)
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| Strange as you say, I say «revolution»
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| Need for change brings a revolution
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| The great book, look see solution
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| God chooses what and who for the bruisin'
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| There’s been no justice for none of my sisters
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| Just us been the one that’s been missin' her
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| Now we got to protect
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| To get together and damn! |
| (This generation)
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| I said so to what it is
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| Where it is, she needs a lil' respect (There it is)
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| I would say she needs a lotta
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| Brother from a mother like me has gotta
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| Give it up (Give it now)
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| And pass it all around to my soul sister
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| They disrespected mama and treated her like dirt
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| America took her, reshaped her, raped her
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| No, it never made the paper
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| Beat us, mated us
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| Made us attack our woman in black
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| So I said «sophisticated B» (Don't be one!)
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| Not to heed the warning crack of dawn
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| Or is it the dawn of crack? |
| (Uh oh)
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| Stop the talk they say, but we talk and say whats right or wrong
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| Some say we wasting time singing a song
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| But why is it that we’re many different shades
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| Black woman’s privacy invaded years and years
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| You cannot count my mama’s tears
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| It’s not the past, the future’s what she fears
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| Strong, we be strong, the next generation
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| It’s what, not who, we’re facin'
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| The fingers pointed to us in our direction
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| The blind state of mind needs correction
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| Word to the mother, we tighten connection
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| To be a man, you need no election
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| This generation generates a new attitude (Yeah!)
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| Sister to you we should not be rude
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| So we come together
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| And make 'em all say 'damn'! |
| (This generation!) |