It’s my fantasy for you to see more than just rain gone And gain a sense of clarity in torrents of rain storms Sometimes I feel like my brain’s gone Migrate the region of my body that loves to stay warm That’s why bikinis is hot They show the goods, I just show the interest I got Regulation says stop what you’re doing Only we can control what women’s bodies are doing So get down on your knees, to measure that skirt While men get free to do dirt, as a flirt Worse, they talk, one by one step to the plate A batting order of mental rape It’s fake they love the best, small but and big chest Ignore the contents of the breast The source, the comfort, the wisdom, the love All these things inside a woman’s hug Yet all dug deep into the earth to be buried Our tendency to do this is scary So I wonder…. When gentlemen are only gentle when it suits their fancy It only motivates a fantasy I've been there too many times numerous minds to count I wanna tip the balance When gentlemen are only gentle when it suits their fancy It only motivates a fantasy I've been there too many times numerous minds in doubt I wanna tip the balance And I wonder how long it will be Til someone checks the roots on our family tree We live on translations that set out feet pacing Blindly towards the dominant and obstinate That famous scene, teachers thought Jesus was green Ticked that he said he was clean Stepped to, with a test to break on through the facade With a stance so frequently ours They charged a woman with adultery, stones in hand But where on earth was the man? Did the culture plan, pick and choose The villains to win and lose Then we give our leaders a hand? Our standards only bring double trouble While our boys wander round in the rubble Bound to stumble over words with new meanings Why did the word woman ever get switched? And at each mention, my stomach suffers extreme tension At the pretension of assumed control Language is the key we hold So please watch the body talk Wounded spirits are hard to set free (Let's set em free y'all) Ladies, I apologize Buying into lies, scoping size instead of what's behind the eyes Sifting through outer beauty, scrutinizing souls for showing off some booty Turning my head at blond hair, to stare, unaware of who gets my time or my care For standards that demand observation, getting ahead without reciprocation You must have different faces in many situations I'm two faced with no explanation I wanna tip the balance

They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice Take a close look at my fam, I need some more proof The man who fathered me, the original Runaway I stand today living in his name Shadow of his skin, don't take it lightly Can I fit with my kin? Cause they don't look like me Ignorant years, a shorty growing up Just shortly before losing touch with all my coloured peers It used to mean nothing (race) With ethno-divided line becoming signs of my times (And what am I) Living in integration (Confused) The best of both worlds I was chasing Past erased when the black man slapped me in the face Put me in my place, left a mere trace of clues to my identity Found in pools of lies, call the CSI Buckle down to the case of the man of mixed race Hard to set it straight, only hesitate Uncovered stories of pre and post glory Penned by regret and rhetoric And so the story goes, Black man, white woman, mixed kids make up components of family My rebellion is wrong? (Well maybe) I never planned on being the token brown baby Praise for mixed kids I could never shower Cause cuteness, has no resemblance to power When brown babies start to flower Then can't end up Halle Berrys or Terence Howards Compete with black girls, threats to white men Suddenly nobody dotes on their skin And everyone claims they can peg us by sight Leaving us questioning wrong and right