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Текст песни TALIB KWELI - For Women

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Текст песни TALIB KWELI - For Women




[Talib Kweli] (Spoken)Yea, so we got this tune called ";For Women"; rightOriginally, it was by Nina SimoneShe said it was inspired by, you knowDown south. In the south, they used to call her Mother AntieShe said No Mrs.Just Antie( )She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole goddamn place downI'm over past thatComing into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders[Talib Kweli]I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a sessionSaid let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin'We got in a conversation she said she a 107Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lessonShe had her head wrappedAnd long dreads that peeked out the backLike antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine thatLivin' a century, the strenght of her memoriesFelt like an angel had been sent to meShe lived from nigger to colored to negro to blackTo afro then african-american and right back to niggerYou figure she'd be bitter in the twilightBut she alright, cuz she done sseen the circle of life yoHer skin was black like it was packed with melaninBack in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet TubmanHer arms are long and she moves like songFeet with corns, hand with callousesBut her heart is warm and her hair is woolyAnd it attract a lot of energy even negativeShe gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedyHer back is strong and she far from a vagabondThis is the back of the masters' whip used to crack uponStrong enough to take all the pain, that's beenInflicted again and again and again and again and flippedIt to the love for her children nothing else mattersWhat do they call her? They call her aunt Sara.Woman singing in the background[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rainHer face is the same but she suffers an unusual painSeems she only deals with losers who be usin' them gamesChasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brainShe tried to get it where she fit in on that American Dream mission paid tuitionFor the receipt to find out her history was missing and started flippinSeeing the world through very different eyesPeople askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sidesYo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bondAnd her hair is long and straight just like sleeping beautySee, she truly feels like she belong in 2 worldsAnd that she can't relate to other girlsHer father was rich and white still livin' with his wifeBut he forced himself on her mother late one nightThey call it rape that's right and now she take flightThrough life with hate and spite inside her mindThat keep her up to the break of light a lot of times(I gotta find myself) (3X)She had to remind herselfThey called her Safronia the unwanted seedBlood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds(Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) (8X)[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in HarlemHoldin' hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardomSince they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin'And now it got them generations facin' deseasesThat don't kill you they just got problemsand complications that get you firstYo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnantCuz they scared of giving birthHow will I feed this baby?How will I survive, how will this baby shine?Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89At 14 the baby hit the same streets they became her masterThe children of the enslaved, they grow a little fasterThey bodies become adultWhile they keepin' the thoughts of a child her arrivalInto womanhood was heemed up by her survivalNow she 25, barely grown out her ownDoin' whatever it takes strippin', workin' out on the blockUp on the phone, talkin' about (my skin is tan like the front of your hand)(And my hair...)(Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine)




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