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    Talib Kweli & Hi Tek For Women текст песни

    For Women

    [Talib Kweli] (Spoken)
    Yea, so we got this tune called «For Women» right
    Originally, it was by Nina Simone
    She said it was inspired by, you know
    Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie
    She said No Mrs.
    Just Antie
    She said if anybody ever called her Antie
    she’d burn the whole goddamn place down
    I’m over past that
    Coming into the new millenium, we can’t forget our elders

    [Talib Kweli]
    I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session
    Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin’
    We got in a conversation she said she a 107
    Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lesson
    She had her head wrapped
    And long dreads that peeked out the back
    Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that
    Livin’ a century, the strenght of her memories
    Felt like an angel had been sent to me
    She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black
    To afro then african-american and right back to nigger
    You figure she’d be bitter in the twilight
    But she alright, cuz she done sseen the circle of life yo
    Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin
    Back in the days of slaves she packin’ like Harriet Tubman
    Her arms are long and she moves like song
    Feet with corns, hand with callouses
    But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly
    And it attract a lot of energy even negative
    She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy
    Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond
    This is the back of the masters’ whip used to crack upon
    Strong enough to take all the pain, that’s been
    Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped
    It to the love for her children nothing else matters
    What do they call her? They call her aunt Sara.

    Woman singing in the background

    [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
    I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain
    Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual pain
    Seems she only deals with losers who be usin’ them games
    Chasin’ the real brothers away like she confused in the brain
    She tried to get it where she fit in
    on that American Dream mission paid tuition
    For the receipt to find out her history was missing and started flippin
    Seeing the world through very different eyes
    People askin’ her what she’ll do when it comes time to chose sides
    Yo, her skin is yellow, it’s like her face is blond word is bond
    And her hair is long and straight just like sleeping beauty
    See, she truly feels like she belong in 2 worlds
    And that she can’t relate to other girls
    Her father was rich and white still livin’ with his wife
    But he forced himself on her mother late one night
    They call it rape that’s right and now she take flight
    Through life with hate and spite inside her mind
    That keep her up to the break of light a lot of times
    (I gotta find myself) (3X)
    She had to remind herself
    They called her Safronia the unwanted seed
    Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds
    (Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again) (8X)

    [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
    Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in Harlem
    Holdin’ hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardom
    Since they was born the streets is watchin’ and schemin’
    And now it got them generations facin’ deseases
    That don’t kill you they just got problems
    and complications that get you first
    Yo, it’s getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
    Cuz they scared of giving birth
    How will I feed this baby?
    How will I survive, how will this baby shine?
    Daddy dead from crack in ’85, mommy dead from AIDS in ’89
    At 14 the baby hit the same streets they became her master
    The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster
    They bodies become adult
    While they keepin’ the thoughts of a child her arrival
    Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival
    Now she 25, barely grown out her own
    Doin’ whatever it takes strippin’, workin’ out on the block
    Up on the phone, talkin’ about
    (my skin is tan like the front of your hand)
    (And my hair…)
    (Well my hair’s alright whatever way I want to fix it,
    it’s alright it’s fine)
    (But my hips, these sweet hips of mine invite you daddy)
    (And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine)
    (Take a sip don’t be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady)
    (I ain’t too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me)
    (You better quit with all the question, sugar who’s little girl am I)
    (Why I’m yours if you got enough money to buy)
    (You better stop with the compliments we running out of time,)
    (You wanna talk whatever we could do that it’s your dime)
    (From Harlem’s from where I came, don’t worry about my name,)
    (Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang)

    Scratches + Woman singing in the background

    [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
    A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds,
    Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can’t read
    It came from God and when life get hard she always speak to him,
    She’d rather kill her babies than let the master get to ‘em,
    She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon
    In church she learned how to be patient and keep wishin’,
    The promise of eternal life after death for those that God bless
    She swears the next baby she’ll have will breathe a free breath
    and get milk from a free breast,
    And love beeing alive,
    otherwise they’ll have to give up being themselves to survive,
    Being maids, cleaning ladies, maybe teachers or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts
    Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born,
    They’ll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs,
    (But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,)
    (Like the love I give my babies when the rainbow’s enuff,)
    (I’ll kill the first muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)
    (I ain’t got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,)
    (Still running with barefeet, I ain’t got nothin’ but my soul,)
    (Freedom is the ultimate goal,
    life and death is small on the whole, in many ways)
    (I’m awfully bitter these days
    ‘cuz the only parents God gave me, they were slaves,)
    (And it crippled me, I got the destiny of a casualty,)
    (But I live through my babies and I change my reality)
    (Maybe one day I’ll ride back to Georgia on a train,)
    (Folks ’round there call me Peaches, I guess that’s my name.)

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