| I am the virgin, I’m the whore
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| So you won’t push a brother, don’t leave
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| I am the goddess, I’m the sky
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| I give you room to make you fly
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| So why, why
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| Don’t you recognize me anymore?
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| An open letter to you sister
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| Mother, wife, and girlfriend
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| Hope to make it better before we reach the world’s end
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| Spin, through centuries of hypocrisy when
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| Patriarchy subjugated your biology, ya
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| Divine feminine was always kept hidden
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| You know I love my mama, called you freak cause I was trippin
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| Take you for granted, man, I’ve often been the culprit
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| But I’m crypted when I stand like a preacher in this pulpit
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| Sex symbols like all imitation
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| A trophy, not a wife but you’re the queen of creation
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| More than a beauty but it’s harder to see
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| We told to never cry, hoes down, up G’s, but
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| You gave birth to me, sacred like the Earth to me
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| Blessed, never cursin' me, your love is what these verses be
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| Adam and Eve in the Garden, believe
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| Better learn to work together or there’ll be no seeds
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| I’m runnin' home to you, nothin' else I’d rather do
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| Apologize for all the madness that I put you through
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| It’s true:
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| I’m just a flawed human being
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| Tryin' to get it right; |
| be my God cause I’m needin' YOU
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| To be the bearer of life
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| What’s the like? |
| Still spit on
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| Mama raised me right
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| That’s the track I’m 'bout to get on
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| Had to pay y’all back
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| Women: you’re the ones who are real strong
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| And I don’t feel good how we treat you on a hill wrong
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| Feel lungs breathe (breathe)
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| She’s the equal I need
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| Mother Earth made her, as soft as the breeze
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| And if I take advantage, what’s that make me?
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| Someone I couldn’t stand if seen on TV
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| So I
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| Flip the channel, damsels in distress now
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| Get a handle on myself and my sex-style
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| I turn reptile
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| All the men around me gave me the wrong pep-talk
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| Man, I shoulda crept off
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| My sister wept, my wife fell, my grandma died
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| And my daughter’s got three months to arrive
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| That’s some vibe
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| And player, if I’m the king of my tribe
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| Who’s my goddess, queen? |
| On the side I see why (why)
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| She’s the sky to my dirt road
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| Not the target of my aggression, stresses, and sperm loads
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| If burnt toast and eggs is all you need her for…
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| I hope she feeds your fall (fall) |