| How can you see
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| By the dawn of creation
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| I’m the queen of all queens
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| I gave birth to all nations
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| But y’all don’t care about me
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| If I ain’t standing here naked
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| You can’t have it for free
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| And you can’t come and just take it
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| My body, my choice
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| My temple, my doctrine
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| My mind and my voice
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| My rights and my options
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| Fuck at all with your rules
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| Not concerned with your judgments
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| You ain’t God or my king
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| Shit, you ain’t even my husband
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| But who would you be without me?
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| Baby, what’s clarity without the moon?
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| You wanna control everything
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| So you never have to control you
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| Let a nigga come in
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| Try and sit on my table
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| And only came with a fork
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| Trynna leave with the neighbor
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| Now because of my joy
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| I’m just 'posed to stay dribbling?
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| Nigga, I’m so confused
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| Is this what you call winning?
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| But hey, how you gon' shoot without me?
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| See dust can’t clump til something make it move
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| You wanna control everything
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| Imma just toss this into the womb
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| Everybody with whom we have come into contact has systematically taken
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| advantage of us
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| History is only a testimony to our ability to make music from noise
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| Just watch how we move when we’re moving
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| How we keep loving unworthy partners
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| Raising children with little help from anybody
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| No love, no respect from the suspicious white woman who criticizes the way we
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| mother our children while they pay us almost nothing for mothering theirs
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| I don’t even have time to address the fetishized hatred we endure from white men
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| So you’ll forgive me if I don’t give a fuck about your cooperation of feelings
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| Fuck you for wanting me to hold you while you sink your racist, sexist knives
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| into my already bleeding back
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| Fuck you for needing me to absolve you or your many many sins against me
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| Fuck you for putting everybody’s needs before my own: black men, white men,
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| black women, the fucking dog, the cat, my boss, the neighbor’s rabbit,
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| the fucking government, the endangered fucking turtles. |
| Why are everybody’s
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| needs more urgent than my own, when do we worry about me, my feelings, my needs,
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| my rights, my body, my safety, my fucking life
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| When do we begin to send to the endangered black woman
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| I am thinking the time is now and saying the time is now
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| Not tomorrow, not next week, not fucking next year
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| I say we begin here, now, today, this minute and say: Fuck your countless
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| indifference, your hesitation, my time is now, my feelings are now,
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| make time for them, make space for them, deal with your race shit,
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| your gender shit, your sexuality shit now before we set fire to everything we
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| take care of for you, set fire to everything and watch the whole lot of it burn |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Endangered Black Woman , by - Robert Glasper. Song from the album Fuck Yo Feelings, in the genre Современный джаз