Reflection Eternal - Expansion Outro lyrics
[Reflection Eternal - Expansion Outro lyrics]
Reflection
Yeah so we got this tune
Called "Four Women" right
Originally it was by Nina Simone, and uh
She said it was inspired by, uh, you know
Down South down South they used to
Call her Mother Auntie
You know, she said no "Mrs"
You know, just Auntie
Y'know what I'm sayin' and uh
She said if anybody ever called
Her Auntie she'd burn
The whole God damned place down
Y'know what I'm sayin'
But, you know, we're moving past that
Y'know what I'm sayin'
Coming into a new millenium
Can't forget our elders
I got off the Two train in Brooklyn
On my way to a session
Said "Let me help this woman up the
Stairs" before I get to steppin'
We got in a conversation
She said she a hundred and seven
Just her presence was a blessing
And her essence was a lesson
She had her head wrapped and long
Dreads that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her to get a
Sense of where she was at
Imagine that, living a century
The strength of her memories
Felt like an angel Heaven sent to me
She lived from nigga to colored to
Negro to black to afro
Then African-American then right
Back to nigga
You'd figure she'd be bitter in a twilight
Be she aight
Cause she done seen the circle of life
Yo, my skin is black like
It's packed with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she'd
Be packin' like Harriet Tubman
And, my arms are long like
She moves like a song feet with corns
Hands with calluses but the heart is warm
And, my hair is wooly and
Attract a lot of energy
Even negative she gotta dead that the
Head wrap is a remedy (and)
My back is strong she far from a vagabond
This is the back the master's
Whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the
Pain that's been inflicted
Again and again and again and
Again and then flip it
To the love for her children
Nothing else matters what do they call her
They call her Aunt Sarah
Harmonizing
I know a girl with a name
As beautiful as the rain
Her face is the same but
She suffers in unusual pain
Seems she only deal with losers
Who be using them games
Chasing the real brothers away like
She confused in the brain
She try to get in where she fit
In on that American Dream mission
Paid tuition for that receipt to find
Out her history was missing
And started flippin'
Seeing the world through very different eyes
People asking her what she'll do when
It come time to choose sides
Yo, my skin is yellow it's
Like the face is blonde
Word is bond, and my hair long and straight
It's like Sleeping Beauty
See she truly feel like she
Belong in two worlds
And now she can't relate to other girls
Her father is rich and white
Still living with his wife
But he forced himself on her
Mother late one night
They call it rape, that's right
And now she take flight from life with
Hate and spite inside her mind
To keep her up to the break
Of light a lot of times
I gotta find myself, I gotta find myself
I gotta find myself
She had to remind herself
They call her Siffronia, the unwanted seed
Blood still blue in her veins
And still red when she bleeds
Don't, don't, don't hurt me again
Teenage lovers sit on the stoops of a Harlem
Holdin' hands under the Apollo
Marquee dreamin' of stardom
Cause they were born the streets
Is watching and schemin'
And now they got them
Generations facing diseases
That don't kill you they just
Got problems and complications
To get you first, yo it's getting worse
When children hide the fact
That they pregnant
Cause they scared of givin' birth
How will I feed this baby
How will I survive, how will this baby shine
Daddy dead from crack in '85
Mommy dead from AIDS in '89
At 14 the baby hit the same
Streets they became a master
The children of the enslaved
They grow a little faster
They bodies become adult while they keep
The thoughts of a child
Her arrival into womanhood was hemmed
Up for her survival
Now she 25, barely grown, now on her own
Doing whatever it takes, strippin'
Working out on the block
Up on the phone talkin' about
"My skin is tan like the front of your hand
And my hair, well my hair is alright
Whatever I wear when I fix it
It's alright, it's fine
But my hips these sway hips of mine
Invite you daddy when I fix my
Lips my mouth is like wine
Take a sip, don't be shy
Tonight I wanna be your lady
I ain't too good for your Mercedes
But first you gotta pay me
Quit with all them questions, sugar
Whose little girl am I
Why, I'm yours if you got enough money to buy
You better stop with them compliments
We running out of time
You wanna talk, whatever
We can do that it's your dime
From Harlem is where I came
Don't worry about my name
Up on 125 they call me Sweet Thing"
Harmonizing
Say what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what, what
Say what, what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what oooo'
A daughter come up in Georgia ripe
And ready to plant seed
Left her plantation when she saw a
Sign even though she can't read
It came from God (praise him)
When life get hard she always speak to Him
She'd rather kill her babies than let
The master get to him
She on the run up North
To get across to Mason-Dixon
In church she learned how to
Be patient and keep wishin'
The promise of eternal life after death
For those who God bless
She swear the next baby she have
Will breathe a free breath
And get milk from a free
Breast and love being alive
Otherwise they'll have to give up
Being themself to survive
Being maids, cleanin' ladies, maybe teachers
And college graduates nurses and housewives
Prostitutes and drug addicts
Some will grow to be old women
Some will die before they're born
There'll be mothers and lovers who
Inspire and make songs but me
My skin is brown and my manner is tough
Like the love I give my
Babies when the rainbow's enough
I'll kill the first muhfucker
To mess with me, i never bluff
I ain't got time to lie
My life's been much too rough
Still runnin' with bare feet
I ain't got nothin' but my sole
Freedom is the ultimate goal
Life and death is small in
A hole in many ways
I'm awfully bitter these days
Cause the only parents God gave
Me they were slaves and they crippled me
I got the destiny of a casualty
But, I'll live through my babies
And I'll change my reality
Maybe one day I'll ride back
To Georgia on a train
Folks 'round there call me Peaches
Guess that's my name
Yeah so we got this tune
Called "Four Women" right
Originally it was by Nina Simone, and uh
She said it was inspired by, uh, you know
Down South down South they used to
Call her Mother Auntie
You know, she said no "Mrs"
You know, just Auntie
Y'know what I'm sayin' and uh
She said if anybody ever called
Her Auntie she'd burn
The whole God damned place down
Y'know what I'm sayin'
But, you know, we're moving past that
Y'know what I'm sayin'
Coming into a new millenium
Can't forget our elders
I got off the Two train in Brooklyn
On my way to a session
Said "Let me help this woman up the
Stairs" before I get to steppin'
We got in a conversation
She said she a hundred and seven
Just her presence was a blessing
And her essence was a lesson
She had her head wrapped and long
Dreads that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her to get a
Sense of where she was at
Imagine that, living a century
The strength of her memories
Felt like an angel Heaven sent to me
She lived from nigga to colored to
Negro to black to afro
Then African-American then right
Back to nigga
You'd figure she'd be bitter in a twilight
Be she aight
Cause she done seen the circle of life
Yo, my skin is black like
It's packed with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she'd
Be packin' like Harriet Tubman
And, my arms are long like
She moves like a song feet with corns
Hands with calluses but the heart is warm
And, my hair is wooly and
Attract a lot of energy
Even negative she gotta dead that the
Head wrap is a remedy (and)
My back is strong she far from a vagabond
This is the back the master's
Whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the
Pain that's been inflicted
Again and again and again and
Again and then flip it
To the love for her children
Nothing else matters what do they call her
They call her Aunt Sarah
Harmonizing
I know a girl with a name
As beautiful as the rain
Her face is the same but
She suffers in unusual pain
Seems she only deal with losers
Who be using them games
Chasing the real brothers away like
She confused in the brain
She try to get in where she fit
In on that American Dream mission
Paid tuition for that receipt to find
Out her history was missing
And started flippin'
Seeing the world through very different eyes
People asking her what she'll do when
It come time to choose sides
Yo, my skin is yellow it's
Like the face is blonde
Word is bond, and my hair long and straight
It's like Sleeping Beauty
See she truly feel like she
Belong in two worlds
And now she can't relate to other girls
Her father is rich and white
Still living with his wife
But he forced himself on her
Mother late one night
They call it rape, that's right
And now she take flight from life with
Hate and spite inside her mind
To keep her up to the break
Of light a lot of times
I gotta find myself, I gotta find myself
I gotta find myself
She had to remind herself
They call her Siffronia, the unwanted seed
Blood still blue in her veins
And still red when she bleeds
Don't, don't, don't hurt me again
Teenage lovers sit on the stoops of a Harlem
Holdin' hands under the Apollo
Marquee dreamin' of stardom
Cause they were born the streets
Is watching and schemin'
And now they got them
Generations facing diseases
That don't kill you they just
Got problems and complications
To get you first, yo it's getting worse
When children hide the fact
That they pregnant
Cause they scared of givin' birth
How will I feed this baby
How will I survive, how will this baby shine
Daddy dead from crack in '85
Mommy dead from AIDS in '89
At 14 the baby hit the same
Streets they became a master
The children of the enslaved
They grow a little faster
They bodies become adult while they keep
The thoughts of a child
Her arrival into womanhood was hemmed
Up for her survival
Now she 25, barely grown, now on her own
Doing whatever it takes, strippin'
Working out on the block
Up on the phone talkin' about
"My skin is tan like the front of your hand
And my hair, well my hair is alright
Whatever I wear when I fix it
It's alright, it's fine
But my hips these sway hips of mine
Invite you daddy when I fix my
Lips my mouth is like wine
Take a sip, don't be shy
Tonight I wanna be your lady
I ain't too good for your Mercedes
But first you gotta pay me
Quit with all them questions, sugar
Whose little girl am I
Why, I'm yours if you got enough money to buy
You better stop with them compliments
We running out of time
You wanna talk, whatever
We can do that it's your dime
From Harlem is where I came
Don't worry about my name
Up on 125 they call me Sweet Thing"
Harmonizing
Say what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what, what
Say what, what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what oooo'
A daughter come up in Georgia ripe
And ready to plant seed
Left her plantation when she saw a
Sign even though she can't read
It came from God (praise him)
When life get hard she always speak to Him
She'd rather kill her babies than let
The master get to him
She on the run up North
To get across to Mason-Dixon
In church she learned how to
Be patient and keep wishin'
The promise of eternal life after death
For those who God bless
She swear the next baby she have
Will breathe a free breath
And get milk from a free
Breast and love being alive
Otherwise they'll have to give up
Being themself to survive
Being maids, cleanin' ladies, maybe teachers
And college graduates nurses and housewives
Prostitutes and drug addicts
Some will grow to be old women
Some will die before they're born
There'll be mothers and lovers who
Inspire and make songs but me
My skin is brown and my manner is tough
Like the love I give my
Babies when the rainbow's enough
I'll kill the first muhfucker
To mess with me, i never bluff
I ain't got time to lie
My life's been much too rough
Still runnin' with bare feet
I ain't got nothin' but my sole
Freedom is the ultimate goal
Life and death is small in
A hole in many ways
I'm awfully bitter these days
Cause the only parents God gave
Me they were slaves and they crippled me
I got the destiny of a casualty
But, I'll live through my babies
And I'll change my reality
Maybe one day I'll ride back
To Georgia on a train
Folks 'round there call me Peaches
Guess that's my name