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Assata's Song

Assata's Song lyrics by Paris. Thinkin' of you, and how the perception came to pass Of a Queen bein' just a piece of ass So I ask ya how that sound It's for...

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Assata's Song

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Thinkin' of you, and how the perception came to pass

Of a Queen bein' just a piece of ass

So I ask ya how that sound

It's for the sistas I missed the last time Ôround

Because I can't forget what ya been through

Can't forget the hardships in what you do

So I'm payin' ya the ultimate respect

Because I love ya 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 nothin' but a style to set us straight

And I'm raised right, so ladies still first

But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt your worth

Still thinkin' of a master plan to protect and respect

ÔCause the fact is I love the black woman

And anyway I remember there was a time

When I would see ya and try and go for mine

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 your fault

The time was cut short and so were the phone calls

Then someone would ask if I know ya

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 ya 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 die for

So many people wanna destroy

But I can't and I won't stop ever bein' true to black women

Now brothers, one last note to help us

Keep check Ôcause some are livin' life reckless

Runnin' with women who don't have respect for self

And too foul to wanna get help

And sister ya don't need a man

Who cheats and mistreats and beats ya bad

It's better to have nothin' then 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 nothin' 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 - ka -ka -ka

I gotta hold my own and stay down with ya

ÔCause everybody wants to wreck

But I'ma love ya and show respect

I need ya black woman

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