Grab life by the **** cheeks and ride that ***** till her legs fall off
Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself
Crying me a river
Grab life by the **** cheeks and ride that ***** till her legs fall off
Sitting here contemplating on your feelings
Crying me an ocean
Grab life by the **** cheeks and ride that ***** till her legs fall off

Brown hands are red in the white sea
Picking white things in the scorging yellow
Tired drops of sweat fall from the bodies

Skin deep beauty stolen from the Mother Land
Forced to travel in hell on water
Brought to the White Land to serve the superior

Cry little girl don't you stop
For your mami and daddy are rotting fruits on a tree
Soon master will grab your brown neck with his white claws

Billie Holiday sweetly sang in Strange Fruit:
"Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh"

The stolen bodies only plain existed in life
But now they are spirits and alive in death
For in Heaven power voices sweetly sing: "FREEDOM AT LAST!"

There goes my ******
Scarring all the good people away
There she goes...
Out of the skirt and into the pants
Given power
But still controlled
Given a job with no promote
There she goes being told
How she should speak and how she should not
How she must look and how she must not
There goes my ****** being forcefully entered
For years and years being circumcised and beaten
And there she goes...being blamed for it all
There goes my ****** being a *****
She has ambition and she has strength
She's got tough skin and all that it takes
But that's just short for...*****
And there she goes being stuck at the bottom
Looking up at the top
Trying to break through the glass ceiling
And into the powerful world of Johns
There goes my ****** demanding equal pay
But will the masculine listen to the words she'll say
Maybe one day
Maybe today
My ******
She'll never go away