Paris - Assata's Song lyrics

Yeah, yeah.. One time, one time.. Goin out, goin out.. To all the sisters.. this one's for y'all.. Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pa** Of a Queen bein just a piece of a** So I ask you how that sound That's for the sisters I missed the last time 'round Because I can't forget what you been through I can't forget the hardships and what you do So I'm payin you the ultimate respect Because I love you and that's what you should get And it's a shame that it comes as a surprise From the man in the land of do or die That the word could ever reach and educate It ain't nuttin' but a style to set it straight And I'm raised right so ladies still first But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth Still thinkin of a master plan to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman {*jazz interlude*} And anyway, I remember there was a time When I would see you and try and go for mines Push up in the guts for a month or two Leave a stamp, break camp, y'all know the rules And if somethin went wrong it was yo' fault The time was cut short and so were the phone calls And someone would ax if I know you Come up in my face and I would be like, "What - who?" But then I seen that the game was ignorant The time had come for me to break away from that Don't you know there ain't no future in hurtin our own It's bad enough that the trust and love are gone So I strive for, one to provide for And hold and take and elevate and guide for So many people wanna destroy But I can't and I won't stop ever bein true to black woman {*LONG jazz interlude*} Now brothers, one last note to help us Keep check of some are livin life reckless Runnin with women who don't have respect for self And too foul to wanna get help, huh And sista you don't need a man who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad It's better to have nuttin than somethin at all And end up like a case bein worse than a close call So listen to the message in the song It ain't nuttin but a way to make us strong Quit bein so quick to chase the juice And diss us tryin to taste another's fruit In the land of Ameri-K-K-Ka I gotta hold my own and stay down wit'cha Cause everybody wants to wreck But I'ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman {*jazz music to fade*}