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Chloe Quayle
Chloe Quayle
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[Verse 1]
Black sister, where you goin'? How you doin'? Where you been?
I ain't seen you on the scene for a couple of weeks
By all means, stay on your roll, you gotta do your thing
But please don't sell your soul for a couple of G's
Embrace your black skin and your race within
You're blessed by your blackness and your dark skinned kin
Raise strong black kids, throw those drugs in the bin
And you'll be bound to make your own people look at you and grin
Uh, stand strong like your matriarchy
And titta, aim higher than stars can reach
You ain't gotta act different when it comes to me
I believe in you, sister, take a walk with me
[Verse 2]
Like Pac says, the sweeter the juice
You're too deadly, sis, to go and hang your head in a noose
I know you're sick and tired of dealin' with the drugs and abuse
You're too strong, my sister, you know the deeper the roots
Black woman in a white man's world
It's tough, bein' sexualized is all we've learned
That's enough, you're worth more than gettin' treated like dirt
Show love and give your sisters what they truly deserve
[Verse 3]
Respect, we sick and tired of gettin' treated as less
Sayin' that sex sells, but I got no products for pests
The way you treat your woman has you lookin' real oppressed
She got her lil', you got yours, it's time to have it addressed
If she stands with you then stand with her
'Cause handin' down this healing is the bigger picture
Got noting to do with your sexual preference
This is about our solidarity that's gettin' questioned
[Verse 4]
Don't be shame, sis, let 'em know what's up
Pave the way for your babies so they grow up tough
Aim higher even though you grew up in hard knocks
And show your babies what it feels like when you truly are loved
And let me tell you something, you ain't defined by your past
They tried to judge me for it, look who gets to have the last laugh
'Cause I go hard, throwin' stones, surrounded by glass
Won't get you nowhere, I ain't even ashamed of my scars
[Verse 5]
I'm a proud black sister, so don't ever get it twisted
They was aimin' at my downfall but they missed and turned to misfits
I'm really quite exquisite and my sisters keep it busy
We rockin' out our culture with our elders as our witness
Let me break it down so you get it stuck in your head
A black woman raised you so don't you ever forget
And I ain't baggin' out my brothers, my brothers are warriors
But if you can't respect your tittas, don't expect us to honor ya
Written by: Chloe Quayle, Kristof Lilienthal
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