I love u like i love the full moon in a dark city. I love u like i love comfort in a world so gritty... Determined, determined, in a world full hate. Assurance emerged inside me to stay... Bruthas claim tough, bruthas claim that we hard. But really our sistas is harder than we are. We fall for the trap, we get stuck in the world. They achieve and believe, and find the bless in the curse. Our women go to college while the men go to prison. We fall into the trap, while they stick to their mission. We get side tracked by the trap,but they stick to they vision. They tell us and help us, we hard headed, dont listen... My sistas my sistas, please i beg u forgive us. We subject ourselves as s, and we callin u es... How ? Why? How ? Why??.... So many sistas in college, with degrees, and dont need licks... Shiiit, where im from bruthas need more degrees and some speed sticks😂😂😂.. Although they independent, sistas want us to help. They want a counterpart, if they dont find it in us, they findin somebody else. Harriet Tubman.... A BLACK WOMAN, and nobody was playin her pwussy. A brutha outta line, she flash the heat on em, tell em keep this pushin.. Determined, determined, our sistas so strong. Assurance, assurance, is all our sistas want....
Hii Yella
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Our Counterparts (Ballad to Our Queens)
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Hii Yella says: Soooo many typos its insane... Ill start proof reading because they all got them. Ill need to stop cursing too cuz the words dont show up lol |
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Hii Yella says: *she flash the heat on em, n tell em keep pushin. *world full of hate When i speak on harriet tubman i was saying how bruthas got shook,so she pulled the pistol on em to get em back in line. |
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