Intro

Early on I was forced to face reality
Considering the state I grew up in man I'm proud of me
Folks asking who I got up in my picture gallery
I'm naming all the people who help me recharge the battery
I'm optimistic but lately, that's in override
Cause the women who look like me get pushed to the side
I really tried to give it lukewarm but the way this shoe worn
It's better that I ask forgiveness after you scorned
Let's state facts because that's how I like to give it to em
Where do y'all really think y'all really from
Cause the way dudes talk about these women that look like their mother
Make me contemplate if I really want a brother
Redbone yellow bone I see you drew the line
I don't want no black bitch boy your colors mine
Same black bitches at the back of your mind
But when they leave you in the street you call me every time
Where did y'all even get this hatred for your skin shade
You either never got that love or it was delayed
Patching up your insecurity with a Band-Aid
And now the ones you should protect they get the real rage
One of my teachers said something that shook me to my core
The more I thought about it every word had truth and some more
He was surprised he ain't seen no black woman floating down the river
You see what she went through in her eyes
I'm really proud of how far we have come
There were days I looked on TV for me and saw none
Wonder if you, gotta walk around with a gun
Cause the wrong interaction and your future is done
Here's more facts you might not wanna hear
Dark skin black women wiping most of the tears
But we also carry most of the fear
And this the way that I've been feeling for most of my years
Cause we were raised to hate ourselves
Took away most of wealth
Criticized and villainized for years will compromise your health
I really feel for these little girls coming up
I hope they don't grow up and feel like runner ups
In a race, they were pre-destined to lose
Extra extra did you hear the news
Don't add Dark Women if you want views
But feel free to use us as your muse
Mammy tales seen as things of the past
But that brown paper bag test sure did last
Grace opportunity is all that we ask
It's hard to see it half full we weren't given a glass