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Queen or Concubine
What’s up wit u girl?
R u a queen or a concubine?
Where’s your mind...set?
Cuz I’ll bet
u don’t even know
and time will show
all dem war marks
on your heart
tearing your mind apart.
U used 2 b smart
but now...u don’t reach the mark.
What’s up wit u girl?
Got condoms in your purse
and a blunt u ‘bout 2 nurse
and now u ‘bout to burst
cuz that dude ain’t your first,
second or third
and everybody done heard
‘bout how u playin’ Russian roulette
wit yo’ silhouette.
Now u gotta get numb on the inside
or else u might just hide
hide from the niggas
that just wanna get inside
might let u play wifey...for a little while
smile...let u ride
that nice car,
but u ain’t goin’ far.
What’s up wit u girl?
Sharin’ yo’ self wit every man in sight.
Taking home a different brotha each night
even though u know it ain’t right.
It’s a fight
goin’ on in your mind.
Spirit trying 2 speak 2 u dis time.
Asking u...
R u a queen...
or a concubine?
Don’t u wanna be free?
Y u wanna be a slave
to your greedy body?
Fellas done said
u da neighborhood hottie.
Now u hoping nobody’ll
know...that u used 2 b saved.
Hiding your crown in your nightstand
scared your new man
might find it.
Push the button on the tape
rewind it...
awww snap...u got that hip-hop playing
that r&b swaying u 2
drop drawers
your mind telling u it’s a lost cause
and your lower parts are singing the same song.
cuz “they don’t see nothin’ wrong wit a little bump and grind”
and you don’ answered my question already
your queen all shackled up in your mind...
u still a concubine.
Them brothas own u
and ever since they’ve know u
u might loan...2 or 3 of them
a little piece of your soul
4 a small price
maybe a little ice
u wanna bling, bling
get u a mink
and u still think
that’s all there is to life.
Said u wasn’t never gone
be nobody’s wife.
U had so much potential
when u was a little girl
sitting on the stoop wit dem
pretty little curls
flowing all over your head
wasn’t thinking ‘bout hopin’
in nobody’s bed.
But times sure have changed u
renamed u
claimed u
but u ...shamed u.
U running outa time
it’s time to let the queen reign
and put the shackles on the concubine
change yo’ mind...set
cuz I’ll be willing 2 bet
God’s still holdin’ that safety net
ready 4 u 2 let
Him in
make amends
but it all depends...on u
so what u gone do?
U gone put dat crown back on
or u gone keep goin’ like u goin’
knowing...
u really wanna be free.
Come on girl...talk to me.
U ain’t gotta chip off pieces of yo’ soul...
no mo’.
Girl, u 2 fine to b a concubine!
But...it’s all in da mind.
I gotta apologize cuz...
I ain’t mean 2 have u cryin’
but dem tears coming this time
cuz u know I ain’t lyin’.
Come on girl,
let the queen out...
and put the shackles on that concubine.
Kaya Davis © 2001
