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Les paroles de For Women
| | | Artiste: | Talib Kweli & Hi Tek |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | For Women | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 95 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Talib Kweli] (Spoken)
Yea, so we got this tune called "For Women" right
Originally, it
was by Nina Simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south. In the south, they
used to call her Mother Antie
She said No Mrs.
Just Antie
She said if anybody ever
called her Antie
she'd burn the whole goddamn place down
I'm over past that
Coming
into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
[Talib Kweli]
I got off the 2
train in Brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get
to steppin'
We got in a conversation she said she a 107
Just her presence was a blessing
and her essence was a lesson
She had her head wrapped
And long dreads that peeked out the
back
Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that
Livin' a
century, the strenght of her memories
Felt like an angel had been sent to me
She lived
from nigger to colored to negro to black
To afro then african-american and right back to
nigger
You figure she'd be bitter in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done sseen the
circle of life yo
Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin
Back in the days of
slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman
Her arms are long and she moves like song
Feet with
corns, hand with callouses
But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly
And it attract a
lot of energy even negative
She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy
Her back is
strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack
upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been
Inflicted again and again and again
and again and flipped
It to the love for her children nothing else matters
What do they
call her? They call her aunt Sara.
Woman singing in the background
[Talib
Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain
Her face
is the same but she suffers an unusual pain
Seems she only deals with losers who be usin' them
games
Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain
She tried to get it
where she fit in
on that American Dream mission paid tuition
For the receipt to find out
her history was missing and started flippin
Seeing the world through very different eyes
People askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides
Yo, her skin is yellow, it's
like her face is blond word is bond
And her hair is long and straight just like sleeping
beauty
See, she truly feels like she belong in 2 worlds
And that she can't relate to other
girls
Her father was rich and white still livin' with his wife
But he forced himself on
her mother late one night
They call it rape that's right and now she take flight
Through
life with hate and spite inside her mind
That keep her up to the break of light a lot of
times
(I gotta find myself) (3X)
She had to remind herself
They called her Safronia
the unwanted seed
Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds
(Don't,
don't, don't hurt me again) (8X)
[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
Teenage lovers
sit on the stoops up in Harlem
Holdin' hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardom
Since they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin'
And now it got them generations facin'
deseases
That don't kill you they just got problems
and complications that get you
first
Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they
scared of giving birth
How will I feed this baby?
How will I survive, how will this baby
shine?
Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89
At 14 the baby hit the
same streets they became her master
The children of the enslaved, they grow a little
faster
They bodies become adult
While they keepin' the thoughts of a child her
arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely grown out her
own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin' out on the block
Up on the phone, talkin'
about
(my skin is tan like the front of your hand)
(And my hair...)
(Well my hair's
alright whatever way I want to fix it,
it's alright it's fine)
(But my hips, these sweet
hips of mine invite you daddy)
(And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine)
(Take a sip
don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady)
(I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you
got to pay me)
(You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I)
(Why
I'm yours if you got enough money to buy)
(You better stop with the compliments we running out
of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From Harlem's from
where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang)
Scratches + Woman singing in the background
[Talib Kweli] (+ Background
Vocals)
A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds,
Left the plantation
when she saw a sign even thought she can't read
It came from God and when life get hard she
always speak to him,
She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em,
She on
the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon
In church she learned how to be patient and
keep wishin',
The promise of eternal life after death for those that God bless
She swears
the next baby she'll have will breathe a free breath
and get milk from a free breast,
And
love beeing alive,
otherwise they'll have to give up being themselves to survive,
Being
maids, cleaning ladies, maybe teachers or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and
drug addicts
Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born,
They'll be
mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs,
(But me, my skin is brown and my manner is
tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first
muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has been much
too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,)
(Freedom is
the ultimate goal,
life and death is small on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm awfully
bitter these days
'cuz the only parents God gave me, they were slaves,)
(And it crippled
me, I got the destiny of a casualty,)
(But I live through my babies and I change my
reality)
(Maybe one day I'll ride back to Georgia on a train,)
(Folks 'round there call me
Peaches, I guess that's my name.) | | | |
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