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iyabo - uprising lyrics

he said meet me at your mom’s house
i was just sixteen
i thought i knew the world i wanted and uprising
i couldn’t take the way my skin felt on my body
when i was with you i felt like i was a party
ready? ready? you sure you ready to be free
he said, “they’ll never let us never let us be ourselves, you see they treat you one mistake you get expelled”

i’m ready, ready. i know i’m ready to be free
i want to run away, just don’t tell em i’m afraid ooooo

wasn’t no queen and slim bеsides the dark skin
teachеrs saying don’t apply it won’t apply to nothing
just because she quiet doesn’t mean that she be bluffing
seen it in the movies as a child you think you something
heard it on the radio you think that means it’s bumpin
these day’s it’s only art if you giving money upfront and
we didn’t wanna like him wanted to be assata
wanted to write like ida
doing it for the pride ah ah

i’m ready, ready. i know i’m ready to be free
i want to run away, just don’t tell em i’m afraid ooooo

he said take em out the back door, no one knows what they’re for
she only speak when she livid and wants and encore
he only drink to forget it yet he remembers more
and they don’t think of the years or how their heart loves sore
they go to church every sunday still can’t find god
but all the ladies they be working on their repertoire
to be godly you must love so why they hate so hard
and he said i will only love you in your best dressed
with gossip tic politicking and them restless nights
you can only hold me when you’re depressed
repressed holding onto deep sh+t on restless eyes
ready, ready. i know i’m ready to be free
i want to run away, just don’t tell em i’m afraid ooooo

lyrically handsome this reckless abandon
black star so high yu i’m holding you random
they love to gas you up while knocking me down on all they reports
in all their emails they’re short they pick us off like it’s sport
don’t step up out the line i managed to make good rapport
hop the turnstiles pass it back and take it at the store
they gone stop you then fine you and still open the door
some of yall act like you don’t know what they dying for

- iyabo lyrics

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