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tank and the bangas - this black girl lyrics

[intro]
(run away)
(run away)
(run away)
(run away)
(run away)
(run away)

[verse i]
uh
this black girl got a attitude
this black girl has a defense mechanism too, i feel played at least once a day
i need the treatment that you give the white girls
i know my worth
and it goes past the auction block, b+tch
‘cause black girl don’t want you to tell her sh+t
this black girl only wants you to correct her in private
don’t embarrass the motherf+cking diva
this black girl feels like people respect divas, so i’mma be a diva
sweet as misbelieves when i need to be
and mean when the occasion calls for it
and the occasion always calls for it
this black girl don’t speak for all black girls but if i don’t say it, who will?
they gotta know shе’s strong+willed and soft
and feminine and dark
go+gеtter, homemaker, and sometimes not sure about knowing what she wants
but will be d+mned if you take her choice of not knowing away from her
this black girl needs sp+ce to f+ck up
and wear the crop top
and the thrift store dress, the jordans, the reeboks, the slippers from payless
if i want to pay less
d+mn it, i will pay less
this black girl will wear the weave that she want
rock the ‘fro of her choice
pull the perm from its dusty ass box
or put the oil on each strand of locks or the twist+out
and yeah, i got a attitude
‘cause i choose to
(run away)
[chorus]
even if i were to fall, how could something so big play so small?
looking in the mirror
i wanna be, i wanna be

[verse ii]
this black girl is over the passive aggressive
is tired of the microaggressions
tired of white boys who think they know more and black boys who mad when i show it
this black girl tired of the boys club
and jobs that pay less or straight up don’t want to and pay more
this black girl is tired of prices going up
(run away)
tired of n0body giving a f+ck
this black girl is tired over black women being down on their luck (run away)
and tired of pulling up the entire community by the strap of her bra
where’s my billion dollar check?
my equity, my land, my property, my god, my goals, my peace?
my prosperity, my edge control that lays when i tell it to lay for me?
a beauty store that caters to me?
and that bald spot that’s been tryna live with me?
b+tch please
this black girl wants her twelve+year+old edges back
vaseline, water, b+lls and barrettes
sitting in between my momma knees like ajax
this black girl don’t wanna watch what she say
and be a lady just ‘cause my man say
this black girl’s worth is not attached to my mate, or my job, or an opportunity
or if i made a family, or if i finished school
or my sanctuary
for i worship at the altar of what i see holy
my god, my spirit, my heart, my god+given sanity
these things this world tried to take away from me like religion
or my body, or my beauty, or my living
told this black girl she was in her feelings when i was just feeling
[chorus]
even if i were to fall, how could something so big play so small?
looking in the mirror
i wanna be, i wanna be

[verse iii]
this black girl is not your expectations
not your favorite singer
this black girl is not your jukebox, you will not scream songs at me
i am not your tape player
i am not your vinyl, lionel
richie will not be coming out my throat to tap for you
i will only—
i will only—
i will only repeat when necessary
and yeah, i got a attitude
‘cause i choose to
this black girl knows she ain’t just a black girl
knows that she is more than just a color
knows she ain’t no crayon
that she transcends hues and others
more than martyr, more than friends, sister, cousin, passionate lover
healer, hurricane, grower, glower, mother
i am not your corner store dollars, i’m more
i’m more, i’m so much more
i’m the work of my grandmother
and her grandmother, and her grandmother, and her grandmother
and her grandmother
surely, you don’t just see me as just a black girl
[outro]
(run away)
(run away)
and i’m only gon’ cut that sh+t once
(run away)
i ain’t doing it again
(run away)
+laughter+
(run away)
ooh, that felt powerful y’all
ooh, that felt powerful
(i love being black)
that felt powerful

- tank and the bangas lyrics

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