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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
Jamia Simone Nash
Jamia Simone Nash
Additional Vocals
Olivia Charnae Nash
Olivia Charnae Nash
Additional Vocals
Elizabeth Bingham
Elizabeth Bingham
Additional Vocals
Tiffany Mynon
Tiffany Mynon
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Composer
Dirty Swift
Dirty Swift
Composer
Tsidi Ibrahim
Tsidi Ibrahim
Composer
Waynne Nugent
Waynne Nugent
Composer
Andrew McIntyre
Andrew McIntyre
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dirty Swift
Dirty Swift
Producer
Bruce Waynne
Bruce Waynne
Producer
Dave "SupaStar" Dar
Dave "SupaStar" Dar
Recording Engineer
Anthony Zeller
Anthony Zeller
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Assistant Recording Engineer
Axel Niehaus
Axel Niehaus
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My momma said life would be this hard
Growin' up days as a black girl, scarred
In every way still you've come so far
Just know the name, you don't know the pain
So please hold your hands up high
Don't be ashamed of yourself, know I
Carry it forth till the day I die
Just know the name, they don't know the place
Black girl
[Verse 2]
Oh-oh
Oh, yeah
Oh-oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, yeah
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I do it for the people
I do it for the love
I do it for the poet
I do it for the thug
This is for victory
And this is for the slaughter
I do it for my mother
I do it for my daughter
[Verse 4]
Promise, I always love you
I love to kiss and hug you
You and your brothers should be lookin' out for one another
I'm so blessed, man
Y'all the reason I got up
Somebody put his hands on you, I'm gettin' locked up
I'm not playin' that's the prayer I'm sayin' for Diani
And if I die, they should be protected by Amani
That's her bigger brother and I love the way he love her
She a girly girl, she love to imitate her mother
But she a Gemini
So stay on the friendly side
She'll put that look on you
It's like somebody friend just died
My pretty black princess smell sweet like that incense
That you buy at the bookstore supportin' black business
Teach her what black is, the fact is apparent to thorough
She four readin' corn rows by Camille Yarborough
[Verse 5]
I keep her hair braided
Bought her a black barbie
I keep her mind free
She ain't no black zombie
This is for Aisha
This is for Kashera
This is for Khadijah
Scared to look up in the mirror
I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame
She got a black girl name
She livin' black girl pain
This is for Makeba
And for my mamacita
I swear to God, Ma
I'll be your promise keeper
I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame
She got a black girl name
She livin' black girl pain
[Verse 6]
My momma said life would be this hard
Growin' up days as a black girl, scarred
In every way still we've come so far
They just know the name
They don't know the pain
So please hold your hands up high
Don't be ashamed of yourself, know I
Will carry you forth till the day I die
'Cause they just know the name, they don't know the pain
Black girl
[Verse 7]
This is Beatrice, Bertha
Benjamin who gave birth to
Tsidi Azeeda for Lavender Hill for Kyalisha
Althone, Mitchell's Plain
Swazi girls I'm reppin' for the Mannesburg, Gugulethu
Where you'd just be blessed to get through
For beauty shinin' through like the sun at the highest noon
From the top of the cable car at table mountain, I am you
Girls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin
For cape colored call for realizing we're African
For all my cousins back home
The strength of mommy's backbone
The length of which she went for raisin', sacrficin' her own
The pain of not reflectin'
The range of our complexions
For rubber pellet scars on auntie Elna's back I march
Fist raised
Caramel shinin' in all our glory
For Mauritius, Saint Helena
My blood is a million stories
Winnie for Joan and for Edie
For Norma, Leslie and Diddi
For auntie Betty, for Melanie
All the same family
Fiona, Jo Burg
Complex of mixed girls
For survivin' through every lie they puttin' to us now
This world's yours and I swear I will stand focussed
Black girls, raise up your hands
The world should clap for us
[Verse 8]
My momma said life would be this hard
Growin' up days as a black girl, scarred
In every ways still we've come so far
They just know the name
They don't know the pain
So please hold your hands up high
Don't be ashamed of yourself, know I
Will carry you forth till the day I die
'Cause they just know the name, they don't know the pain
Black girl
[Verse 9]
Oh-oh
Oh, yeah
Oh-oh
Oh, yeah
Oh-oh
Oh, yeah
Oh-oh
Oh, yeah
[Verse 10]
Momma said there'll be days like this
Momma said there'll be days like this
Oh, yeah
Momma said there'll be days like this
Momma said there'll be days like this
(Oh, yeah black girl)
Momma said there'll be days like this
Momma said there'll be days like this
Oh, yeah
Momma said there'll be days like this
Momma said there'll be days like this
Written by: Andrew McIntyre, Dirty Swift, Talib Kweli, Tsidi Ibrahim, Waynne Nugent
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