Paris - Assata's Song lyrics

rate me

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]