Lyrics
But she a gemini, don t be ashamed of yourself know i will carry it forth til the day i die
so please hold your heads up high
Bought her a black barbie, this is for aisha
growin up days as a black girl scarred
In so many ways though we ve come so far, i keep her hair braided, in so many ways though we ve come so far
for surviving thru every lie they put into us now
she livin black girl pain
the pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions
This is for kashera, they just know the name they don t know the pain black girl
She a girly-girl, she got a black girl name
Growin up days as a black girl scarred, for beauty shinin thru like the sun at the highest noon
This is for kashera, i keep her hair braided Talib, girls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin
The pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions, in so many ways though we ve come so far
i love to kiss and hug ya you and your brother should be lookin out for one another
My pretty black princess smell sweet like that incense, i keep her hair braided, this is for khadijah scared to look up in the mirror
They just know the name they don t know the pain black girl, and for my mamacita Pain, mitchells plain
The world is yours and i swear i will stand focused, in so many ways though we ve come so far, they just know the name they don t know the pain black girl
promise i ll always love ya
raise up your hands the world should clap for us my mama said life would be so hard
Bought her a black barbie, the pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions
the length of which she went for raising
This is for kashera, i see the picture clearer thru the stain on the frame
From the top of the cable car at table mountain i am you, swazi girls i m reppin for thee
so stay on her friendly side
In so many ways though we ve come so far, growin up days as a black girl scarred
The world is yours and i swear i will stand focused, and this is for the slaughter, this is for aisha
for beauty shinin thru like the sun at the highest noon
For auntie betty, i keep her mind free she ain t no black zombie
Mitchells plain, for all my cousins back home, teach her what black is the fact is her parents are thorough
It s like somebody friend just died, she a girly-girl
my mama said life would be so hard
And this is for the slaughter, growin up days as a black girl scarred
i do it for the people
Helena my blood is a million stories, for rubber pellet scars on auntie elna s back i march, y all the reason i got up somebody put his hands on you i m gettin locked up
