Assata`s Song — текст песни (Paris)

Yeah, yeah..
One time, one time..
Goin out, goin out..
To all the sisters.. this one`s for y`all..

[Paris]
Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass
Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass
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*}

[Paris]
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 cain`t, and I won`t, stop ever bein true to black woman

{*LONG jazz interlude*}

[Paris]
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*}