Shackles Don't Stop the Flow

by Ghetto Girl Blue

You know I got it on my mind
Not sometimes, but all the time
Wanna spread my heart strings as wide
As Black can push them
Purse my lips and lose them
 In a deep throat Black Love Kiss
Want some of that Black Love
I never had, but nevertheless, I miss
Want it so bad I feel like a ho’
Wanna work it out all over the ghetto track
Get me a Black Love pimp
So we can win the ghetto back
Wanna fill my 40 ounce bottle
With some hot malt Black Love juice
Pour libations till pains erased and
Our shackles...they get a lil’ loose
Black love is always coming, Bars can’t damn the flow
Black love is always coming, No powder house can shut her down
She don’t need to partner up, She’ll come alone if she must
Ain’t scared of an institution, For Black love is the Revolution
Silently unsuspected, creeping like a thief in the night
Twisted, angry, bitter, hard, raw, uncontrollably real
Answering to bitch, nigger, whore, sucker.... &
“Damn, I love you, you sorry ass Black mothafucka!”
...Unrelentlessly resourceful, while plans of escape are abrew
Grinning, shufflin’, jivin’... “Oh, Missa Massa, Lordy, what we gon’ do?”
Answering to Blackie, Darkie, Mammy, Nigger,, Giggaboo
Die a million deaths and live two million mo’
Baptising whitey in blackened blood... before we go
You know?  Black love is always coming,...
Even shackles can’t stop the flow

Shackles Don't Stop the Flow by Ghetto Girl Blue

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