Black Girl Lost

Sistah, sistah, sisah Why must you speak that way? "Nigga" this n' "nigga" that Girl, where ya' home trainin' at? Is it all that bad? For you to flaunt it like a fad? Sistah, sistah, sistah You causin' the wrong kind of attention N' quiet as kept... I just thought I should mention You'll soon put yourself in a situation That you won't enjoy facin' Sistah, sistah, sistah You just as beautiful as can be But, the way you carry ya'self Them brothas' just can't see I see ya' laughin' now     But you'll be cryin' later       Holdin' ya' heart           Grippin' ya knees N'first time for a prayer Sistah, sistah, sistah You such a sad sight to see I done seen too many of my sistahs suffer... Believe me A "nigga" will only take advantage of your glory But a "man" will only purify Be the lady he'll see today N' maybe the queen he'll take home tomorrow I mean... Why show ya' ass     before showin' some class           N' actin' way fass?             Then bein' called trash Sistah,   my sistah,       my beautiful black sistah Keep ya' head up Eyes open N' legz closed Your gift is but a token N' your heart should be what's chosen Like the essence of love potion Oh...my sistah, sistah, sistah Be yourself The Black Queen that you are Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 09:52 AM PST   0 • 10