Lyrics: Todd A. Thomas
Music: Andrew Laidlaw
These 52-year-olds bones I hear creeks without water flows
Hip hop pro but will never know songs my 23-year-old daughter knows
She's plays artists I dig, I ask who is that kid?
Her answers are inaudible
Little this and that named after mobs and gats
Mumble raps, beats are trap
And every week there's an all new batch
So I just relax and let her do her
'Cause I prefer to defer to Black Girl Magic
Plus all the things me and my queen put into her
Life's a blur, I remember whΠ΅n she was young
All the lessons that did occur
TΠ΅ach her 'bout her bees and birds
Streets and curbs and dreams deferred
Langston Hughes and Miriam Makeba
Angela Davis, facts
That combat the narrative that
We're doomed as Blacks and nothing can save us
Freedom fighting is the proper behavior, I tell her
You're black queen and you're not b***h and nah, nah
You are not vixen, nah, nah
You are not a trick b***h, nah, nah
Hear nobody's quick fix, nah, nah
America's never had your back no no no
You're not trap queen, nah, nah
A stripper lap dance queen, nah, nah
White boy fetish thing, nah, nah
Melanated Black queen, high esteem
America's never had your back no no no
Americas never had your back no no no
America's never had your back no no no
Stop your bull ish
Get off your pulpit
You've been a pit bull to Black women
The fullness
Of what you done in the slave shacks back in the wilderness
Having your way with women to little girls
The childrenless
Breaking in entry
Centuries of souls thrown in manure pits
Then you pitted you on one light kids against the darker kids
Now were conditioned to keeping sparking this
Hating our own women
Intimacy divisions and indecisions
For relational confusion
Materialistic dilutions
And all this cuz of your intrusions
No wonder we came to conclusions that
Blacks lives donβt matter
Murder of Breonna Taylor
Black blood that splatters
America constantly failing us
Give reparations
Give a separate nation
No more diversity talk
It's a Black situation
And stop degrading our dear sisters on your TV stations
You're black queen and you're not b***h and nah, nah
You are not vixen, nah, nah
You are not a trick b***h, nah, nah
Hear nobody's quick fix, nah, nah
America's never had your back no no no
You're not trap queen, nah, nah
A stripper lap dance queen, nah, nah
White boy fetish thing, nah, nah
Melanated Black queen, high esteem
America's never had your back no no no
Americas never had your back no no no
America's never had your back no no no
America's never had your back no no no
America's never had your back no no no
America's never had your back
But they love to have your backside
They're infatuated with that
They love your full lips, your melanin darkness
On them, they display
On You, they dismiss
And all of this madness sadness could easily be reversed
If Black queens were seen as God's packages and nurture
We see what you done to the people that was first year
Us rising up your worst fear, America
You're black queen and you're not b***h and nah, nah
You are not vixen, nah, nah
You are not a trick b***h, nah, nah
Hear nobody's quick fix, nah, nah
America's never had your back no no no
You're not trap queen, nah, nah
A stripper lap dance queen, nah, nah
White boy fetish thing, nah, nah
Melanated Black queen, high esteem
America's never had your back no no no
Americas never had your back no no no
America's never had your back no no no
America's never had your back no no no
America's never had your back no no no