mizz fyre....
down to earth, striking personality, destined to go far
disapperearing sanity, emotionally hurt with every scar
inherited genes from generations, unable to percieve
kills her every time coz she wear her heart on her sleeve
like the mailman, delivers communication through letters
2 or 3 joined together, kidding herself it'd get better
with no cheddar, a young mouth to feed, she sobs
wipes her tears away, midnight, goes to her next job
her "roots" her support base stays up tall as a tree
prays her kid can "roc" stuff, the "way" is now "free"
her interest r'n'b, though its apparant she got "soul"
escaped from being held captive, now she's on parole
a heart of gold, once given, now can't even be bought
feels like a soldier, coz every days a battle she's fought
the key to her heart hidden,manages to stay strong
in control of her own destiny, so nothing goes wrong

darth assassin....

*unleashes lyrical light saber*

Sounds of a million banshees, cries and shouts from her children
Momma workin three jobs to not get kicked outta the building
I doubt a good feelin - shes tryin to hold it down like a limbo
She feels its pointless like the American flags outside of her window
Lifes her difficult game of poker - great cards to be dealt? - rare
Her babies lack healthcare and Bush just cut off her welfare
That’s deep, willin to give her heart to her girls till the last beat
Attended recitals and conferences, to the point that she lacked sleep
Felt like the black sheep, dead in the flock, whens her funeral?
Tho its a complexed war of survival her struggle is beautiful
An internal confrontation, a burden of woes, hurtin her toes
Stays rockin in the cradle of life and stays curvin the stones
Burns in her soul? - nah - shes pure like the rivers flowin thru heaven
Glowin with blessins of an angelic voice, peeps know of the weapon
Showin her brethren shes stepping and standin firmer than granite
Convertin the havoc to her positive core, wont surface her planet
Times are ugly, she hovers over blues like choppers above sea
Supportin her offspring at whateva cost knowin her loves free
Is there a part open for a lonely dame? - shes always heart broken
Strong woman endin despair without a need to start hopin
Her blood carries the genes of a million slaves - feel her pain?
Doesnt need ur pity, fishin for success? - nah - she’ll reel her way
A rose with petals thats sore, but equipped with metal for war
Shes her own army, own team and not afraid to settle the score


*sheathes lyrical light saber*

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