I
be the Bitch
I be the one who
steps 'cross that line
the one with the big ass
and loosey juicy hips.
I be the one
who say,
"b-u-u-l-l-s-s-h-h-i-i-t-t!"
when you and me both knows
there be a big ole' lie
sittin' b'tween us
like somethin' smelly
the cat dragged in .
I be the one who say,
"whatya mean you dunno?"
when you be actin' dumb
to cover up a full case |
of plain ole' lazy.
This here Bitch been quiet
way too long an' way too of'en;
this here Bitch
ain't shuttin' up for nobody no
more.
Move over all you folks
who smile nicelike, an' sweetly
say why you ain't cooperatin'
an' never will cuz you ain't willin'
ta
give up one damn spoonful
o' that cream 'o privilege
you been breakfastin' on,
thinkin' thatcha did somethin'
hoity toity ta deserve it.
I
be the Bitch
who don't a give a shit
'bout say'in it "proper"
so's to save you the grief
of bein' smacked in yer face
with my way o' bein'
in this here world.
I be the one on fire,
the mad one
who laughs loud
an' farts proud
an' makes no sorry
fer yellin' atcha when you be
pissin'
in this here nest
that you an' me
for some reason known
only t' the angels
are sharin'...fer better 'r wurse
'til we dies
or parts of us do....
This is the only world I got
to put ma babies and ma dreams in
an' you can bet yo' ass
I'm goin' ta throw mine 'round
if'n it means the diff'rence
b'tween thrivin' and dyin' --
This
Bitch
gots to touch it, feel it
sniff it out good an'
tell it like it is.
Ain't goin' ta quiet m'self
jist so's you kin pat yo'self
on the back an' say yer right.
You be messin' up ma world
an' I be the Bitch
who's ain't got nothin' to lose
no more,
who's been seein' it fer
way too long an'
who's damn sick o' them ways
that don't work ...
'cept for some...
while other's hafta
take what they kin git
whenever they can git it
an' are s'pose ta be
grateful fer scraps, when
we all's God's children
an' we all's deserv'in the best
a' what there is here.
I
be the Bitch
who's gonna tell ya'
over 'n over,
an I be like a mosquita in yer tent
buzzin' in yer ear
crawlin' up yer nose
bitin' on yer flesh
not leavin' you alone
'til ya' buck up an' notice
that there's gotta be some
changin' 'round here
or a bunch of us gonna bury
yo' sorry ass. Someday
in our shoutin' |
in our singin' and pray'n
in our dancin' the rhythms of
All There Is Ta Know,
we Bitches gonna
set this place a'right...
cuz we be at the Core, baby.
'An that's jist the way it
is.
