ANTEBELLUM (feat. Che Noir)

Damn, it's some real shit right here, boy Hey, let me talk to your soul, homegirl Come here a second Hey, Tokyo, turn me up a little bit Yeah, they say that's the girl for you You was in your feelings the minute I first saw you Attacks on my ego Diminishing the one tool a nigga had to use to take on this world for you You know that word, loyal, you heard it before Sweet talks is only for those who've been deserted before Don't try and put a Band-Aid over them permanent flaws You amaze me Choose a man with the nerve to explore You see, a man needs respect We deserve it and more You told me I'd never be shit You know that hurt to the core On one hand, you tell me, Ran, you ain't worth the allure They get mad when I hesitate to go and work in the store You need to build me up, you know, nurture the boy Instead of tearing me down when I'm first in the door But you ain't understanding that You say you need you a real man to handle thatSo while I'm out in the real world, where you can be held down if a man is black to come home and handle you When I'm trying to handle that, I'm being punked where the camera's at It's never about the struggle You really should focus on how a man reacts Damn. Why would I stand for that It should be deeper than people like to admit sometimes just trying to unlearn certain things Yeah, I was taught that a man protects and provides, dealing with men who lack drive but still expect me to ride A black woman in this world left with pain and abuse, then come home and still gotta cater to you I'm a woman that use words I don't gotta punch or slap to diss you Only repeating what I learned is my reactions to you You not the only one fighting wars that attack your mental Try the therapist, but they only blame it on daddy issues Speaking of that, look at this load I was handed Said I need to learn to submit But nigga, show me companion Your mother household is a famine Independent and stubborn cause we was filling all the roads y'all abandoned We both fighting for peace to be understood and healing from time spent with people that wasn't good A woman's job is to nurture our sons who stood The dangers of the ghetto can't compare to a mother's hug Yeah The dangers of the ghetto can't compare to a mother's hug Yeah"