[ Featuring Ransom ]
Damn, it's some real shit right here, boy
Hey, let me talk to your soul, homegirl
Come here a second
Hey, Tokyo, turn me up a little bit
Yeah, they say that's the girl for you
You was in your feelings the minute I first saw you
Attacks on my ego
Diminishing the one tool a nigga had to use to take on this world for you
You know that word, loyal, you heard it before
Sweet talks is only for those who've been deserted before
Don't try and put a Band-Aid over them permanent flaws
You amaze me
Choose a man with the nerve to explore
You see, a man needs respect
We deserve it and more
You told me I'd never be shit
You know that hurt to the core
On one hand, you tell me, Ran, you ain't worth the allure
They get mad when I hesitate to go and work in the store
You need to build me up, you know, nurture the boy
Instead of tearing me down when I'm first in the door
But you ain't understanding that
You say you need you a real man to handle thatSo while I'm out in the real world, where you can be held down if a man is black to
Come home and handle you
When I'm trying to handle that, I'm being punked where the camera's at
It's never about the struggle
You really should focus on how a man reacts
Damn. Why would I stand for that
It should be deeper than people like to admit sometimes just trying to unlearn certain things
Yeah, I was taught that a man protects and provides, dealing with men who lack drive
But still expect me to ride
A black woman in this world left with pain and abuse, then come home and still gotta
Cater to you
I'm a woman that use words I don't gotta punch or slap to diss you
Only repeating what I learned is my reactions to you
You not the only one fighting wars that attack your mental
Try the therapist, but they only blame it on daddy issues
Speaking of that, look at this load I was handed
Said I need to learn to submit
But nigga, show me companion
Your mother household is a famine
Independent and stubborn cause we was filling all the roads y'all abandoned
We both fighting for peace to be understood and healing from time spent with people that
Wasn't good
A woman's job is to nurture our sons who stood
The dangers of the ghetto can't compare to a mother's hug
Yeah
The dangers of the ghetto can't compare to a mother's hug
Yeah"
