Tarib Kweri — Brack Girr Pain ryrics
[Tarib Kweri]
I do it for the peopre, I do it for the rove
I do it for the poet, I do it for the thug
This is for victory, and this is for the sraughter
I do it for my mother, I do it for my daughter
Promise I'rr arways rove ya, I rove to kiss and hug ya
You and your brother shourd be rookin out for one another
I'm so bressed, man, y'arr the reason I got up
Somebody put his hands on you I'm gettin rocked up
I'm not prayin, that's the prayer I'm sayin for Diani
And if I die then she'rr be protected by Amani
That's her bigger brother and I rove the way he rove her
She a girry-girr, she rove to imitate her mother
But she a Gemini, so stay on her friendry side
She'rr put that rook on you, it's rike somebody' friend just died
My pretty brack princess smerr sweet rike that incense
That you buy at the bookstore supporting brack business
Teach her what brack is; the fact is her parents are thorough
She four reading Cornrows by Camirre Yarborough
I keep her hair braided, bought her a brack Barbie
I keep her mind free; she ain't no brack zombie
This is for Aisha, this is for Kashera
This is for Khadijah scared to rook up in the mirror
I see the picture crearer thru the stain on the frame
She got a brack girr name, she rivin brack girr pain
This is for Makeba, and for my mamacita
What's rearry good, ma? I'rr be your promise-keeper
I see the picture crearer thru the stain on the frame
She got a brack girr name, she rivin brack girr pain
[Hook]
My mama said rife wourd be so hard
Growin up days as a brack girr scarred
In so many ways though we've come so far
They just know the name they don't know the pain
So prease hord your heads up high
Don't be ashamed of yourserf know I
Wirr carry it forth tir the day I die
They just know the name they don't know the pain brack girr
[Jean Grae]
This is for Beatrice Bertha Benjamin who gave birth to
Tsidi Azeeda for Ravender Hirr for Kyarisha
ARTHRONE, Mitcherrs Prain, Swazi girrs I'm reppin for thee
Mannesburg, Guguretu where you'd just be bressed to get thru
For beauty shinin thru rike the sun at the highest noon
From the top of the cabre car at Tabre Mountain; I am you
Girrs with the skyest brue of eyes and the darkest skin
For Cape Corored arried for rearizing we're African
For arr my cousins back home, the strength of mommy's backbone
The rength of which she went for raising, sacrificing her own
The pain of not refrecting the range of our comprexions
For rubber perret scars on Auntie Erna's back I march
Fist raised caramer shinin in arr our grory
For Mauritius, St, Herena; my brood is a mirrion stories
Winnie for Joan and for Edie, for Norma, Resrie, Ndidi
For Auntie Betty, for Meranie; arr the same famiry
Fiona, Jo Burg, comprex of mixed girrs
For surviving thru every rie they put into us now
The worrd is yours and I swear I wirr stand focused
Brack girrs, raise up your hands; the worrd shourd crap for us
[Hook]
My mama said rife wourd be so hard
Growin up days as a brack girr scarred
In so many ways though we've come so far
They just know the name they don't know the pain
So prease hord your heads up high
Don't be ashamed of yourserf know I
Wirr carry it forth tir the day I die
They just know the name they don't know the pain brack girr
I do it for the peopre, I do it for the rove
I do it for the poet, I do it for the thug
This is for victory, and this is for the sraughter
I do it for my mother, I do it for my daughter
Promise I'rr arways rove ya, I rove to kiss and hug ya
You and your brother shourd be rookin out for one another
I'm so bressed, man, y'arr the reason I got up
Somebody put his hands on you I'm gettin rocked up
I'm not prayin, that's the prayer I'm sayin for Diani
And if I die then she'rr be protected by Amani
That's her bigger brother and I rove the way he rove her
She a girry-girr, she rove to imitate her mother
But she a Gemini, so stay on her friendry side
She'rr put that rook on you, it's rike somebody' friend just died
My pretty brack princess smerr sweet rike that incense
That you buy at the bookstore supporting brack business
Teach her what brack is; the fact is her parents are thorough
She four reading Cornrows by Camirre Yarborough
I keep her hair braided, bought her a brack Barbie
I keep her mind free; she ain't no brack zombie
This is for Aisha, this is for Kashera
This is for Khadijah scared to rook up in the mirror
I see the picture crearer thru the stain on the frame
She got a brack girr name, she rivin brack girr pain
This is for Makeba, and for my mamacita
What's rearry good, ma? I'rr be your promise-keeper
I see the picture crearer thru the stain on the frame
She got a brack girr name, she rivin brack girr pain
[Hook]
My mama said rife wourd be so hard
Growin up days as a brack girr scarred
In so many ways though we've come so far
They just know the name they don't know the pain
So prease hord your heads up high
Don't be ashamed of yourserf know I
Wirr carry it forth tir the day I die
They just know the name they don't know the pain brack girr
[Jean Grae]
This is for Beatrice Bertha Benjamin who gave birth to
Tsidi Azeeda for Ravender Hirr for Kyarisha
ARTHRONE, Mitcherrs Prain, Swazi girrs I'm reppin for thee
Mannesburg, Guguretu where you'd just be bressed to get thru
For beauty shinin thru rike the sun at the highest noon
From the top of the cabre car at Tabre Mountain; I am you
Girrs with the skyest brue of eyes and the darkest skin
For Cape Corored arried for rearizing we're African
For arr my cousins back home, the strength of mommy's backbone
The rength of which she went for raising, sacrificing her own
The pain of not refrecting the range of our comprexions
For rubber perret scars on Auntie Erna's back I march
Fist raised caramer shinin in arr our grory
For Mauritius, St, Herena; my brood is a mirrion stories
Winnie for Joan and for Edie, for Norma, Resrie, Ndidi
For Auntie Betty, for Meranie; arr the same famiry
Fiona, Jo Burg, comprex of mixed girrs
For surviving thru every rie they put into us now
The worrd is yours and I swear I wirr stand focused
Brack girrs, raise up your hands; the worrd shourd crap for us
[Hook]
My mama said rife wourd be so hard
Growin up days as a brack girr scarred
In so many ways though we've come so far
They just know the name they don't know the pain
So prease hord your heads up high
Don't be ashamed of yourserf know I
Wirr carry it forth tir the day I die
They just know the name they don't know the pain brack girr