Letras
Used and abused
Not the fedex packaging
Used and abused
Back then was slavery
Used and abused
Now they call it trafficking
But I guess some get it confused
As a black woman thing
I get chills every time
I see a white van
Compliments on my hair
From the white man
Fair skinned little girls
Tryna get tan
Judge me
But you don't even know
Who I am
Don't know me from a can of paint
Or a box of crayons
Don't test me like syphilis
Or chicken pox again
Get my own building
'Fore you try to let me in
Go back to where you came from
Take me back there then
Ancestry dot com
Yeah I wish I knew my roots
But I accepted I'm the seed
Now sit and watch what Ima do
Stack up on my wealth
And Ima stock up on the tools
After I apply the pressure
Pass it down to you know who