Sunday, June 17, 2007

ATT-IT-UDE

Black women and the notorious at-ti-tude

Sometimes a defensive mechanism

And I'll admit sometimes we're just plain rude

But why wouldn't we be angry

For those who don't understand

In a society where

the downside to White is Black

and woman is the downside to man

Questioned at every endeavor, forced to decipher and ask

Am I being discriminated against because I am a woman

Or because I am Black?

Is my confusion common to every woman

Or do they think that I am easy because of rap?

And I happen to be the color that MY OWN brothers utter

Foul words against for the whole world to hear

Excused as mere talk or storytelling

That's rebelling exclusively against the gold diggers, hoes and those who

Push and shove, trying to be on the receiving end of that groupie love

But from a distance

The people outside of my own can't tell the difference

and so on countries all over the globe

Yellow man, red and white

Wonder what it would be like

to feel that jungle fever loving in the heat of the night

Those of us not casualties of whore-like behavior

Hold our heads despite the disrespect

Despite our own disfavor

Hey Baby! Lemme holla atchu!

Oh word? it's like that?

Yes, it's like that it should be very clear that any woman who respects herself

wouldn't answer to pssst... Bitch come 'ere!

Relax Black woman, why you looking so angry?

Ain't nobody trying to get in your pants

I'm just trying to ask if I could get a table dance

Let me grind on your backside

Let's get real low

Like the chick in the song, Ill watch you get it on the flo'

To repel such advances, I have to look mean

But my body betrays me, thick and curvy, easily seen

Not submissive enough, we were forced to be tough

A nice girl is mocked, and attacked and roughed up

They are called out their name, disrespected, neglected

A firm woman is challenged but definitely gets respected

I think I'll take being called a bitch for 400 Alex

Why am I so angry?

It's hard to discern

Everyday that I am Black is every day that I learn

And every day that I'm a woman is a day I take in

Sex for a black girl makes them into whores

And sex for a black boy makes them into men

Why are we so angry? I don't know, it's just in our blood

Since Noah and the flood

Since Egyptian days when God turned water into blood

Since the White man crawled up out the caves

Since Blacks were put into cages

Since my opinions were misconstrued as rage

Ever since I was put to the test

Ever since I was expected to settle for less

Ever since I realized that I was alone

We cannot rise if we put down our own

Why are we so angry

Cause it's hard on this side

Survival thickens the skin

If we want to survive

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

You feel sick?
Let's see if we can't get this thing dealt with
Just let me know how much money you think you're working with
The cost of medications are so high they're out of this world today
But if you can't afford the cure then you deserve to die anyway
It ain't my fault you took the bait, everybody knows
Good things come to those who make lots and lots of money
I NEED TO EXPRESS MYSELF

I need to express myself
I want to scream out
As if I ain't got no job
As if I ain't got no bills
As if I ain't got no last name
To protect my family from the shame
Of my lungs giving in to the desire of
Being used at full force
I want to express myself
All over my boss
Yelling and slapping her
I want to reach into her pockets and take her last paycheck
And go on a shopping spree
I want to dance as if I ain't got no mama
Dance with my shirt hanging off
With my laughter hanging out
Because I haven't felt free enough to give
a genuine laugh in the presence of the world
since I was five years old
I want to express myself
And tell everybody to shut the hell up
So we can listen to ourselves
Don't we sound dumb as hell
I want to express myself
And ask the rich, why we so poor
And ask the poor, why don't we stick together
I want to ask the government what they do
That's so important
I want to express myself
Like everyone around me feels so justified
To patronize those who can't
Express themselves
I want to carry a gun and shoot at the tires
of the guy in the black bmw
That cut me off
On the highway
I want to go into the welfare offices
And beat up the middle aged, middle class women
That talked down to my mama
As if they were any better than her
I want to take a gun and shoot all of the people
Who don't snitch
Because I know they won't snitch
I want to express myself on the news that I watch everday
Black woman gone CRAAAAAZY
Would be the headline that I design
For my self expression
I want to beat up celebrities that say
"I'm just a normal person like you"
when they live with no
financial limitations, flashing it about like miniature gods
But get angry when fans turn into mobs
I want to shoot married couples with paint guns
So they can really have something to complain about
Rather than
Finding single happy people to harrass with stories
Of marriage gone bad
I want to express myself to the people
Who think that those in pain
Shouldn't complain
Because it hurts
We all hurt
And just because
We don't all have a yacht in the backyard
And a summer home in Tuscany
Doesn't mean, we didn't earn the right to be happy
Or pissed off for that matter
I want to express myself
To the Christians that beat everyone over the head with a cross
As if Jesus threw the first stone
I want to express myself to all the atheists and evolution theorists
Who try to beat people over the head with their ridiculous beliefs
I want to beat up bad carbohydrates and trans fats
I want to beat up spam email and taxes
I want to beat up injustice and false securities
I want to express myself
I want to yell at ex boyfriends
Who didn't deserve my time
I want to yell at bad women that give good women a bad name
I want to express myself
And scream out
At rappers who make a fool of Black folk
For the world to see
I want to scream out at those who make excuses
For some of the ignorant stuff they say
I want to express myself
to the girls who are already in hard times
And decide to bring a baby into the mix
I want to express myself to the young men
Who have three baby mamas and decided to make
One more vulnerable young girl, the fourth victim
I want to express myself to the girl at the checkout counter
Who doesn't even have the home training to say
"Hello!"
I want to express myself to the people who have bad days
And take it out on everyone around them
I want to express myself I want to express myself I want to express myself
And I think I just did!