Ima pour nothing but coconut oil over my life
Ima listen to Erykah Badu and get my soul right
Ima vibe to Jill Scott and find that sensuality again
Nothing but movies with black actors, black directors, black writers
Ima get that culture back
Ima swim all in that culture
let my skin soak it up like the sun
Get golden brown, tanned type blackness
Ima let these curls get kinkier
Ima quiet these doubts
Ima assassinate the insecurities
Let the God in me shine through
She gone be proud
She gone glow bright
She gone scare those fake friends away
They'll gossip around empty bottles of wine
wondering why their skin takes on a green hue when I'm around
She gone correct my posture
and make me stand tall in front of these oppressors
Ima get our kingdom back
Ima give them 40 acres
and take everything else
Ima be free
Ima have a pride of children
And they'll be free
Ima turn Scars into Mufasa's
And they'll be free
Ima return the crown to black women
And they'll be free
Ima keep pushin
Ima be fearless
Ima be ruthless
Ima be Queen
Ima be all my ancestors
Im a warrior
I wont fail
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