Weaponize me, for I am dead!
Rage on with your darkest secrets
Build me up
Because you believe I am a stereotype
The hypocrisy is just grueling
Money or power?
Power or money?
I think not, for I am broke
Just a colored woman that is woke
For people don\'t appreciate a fine diamond
They just let it go to waste
A moment of greatness starts with a vision
Not an undying belief...
For I am a sunflower on the side of the road
As people pass by
They show me no love
And this is a powerful time
I am looking for my soul tribe,
A tribe called quest
Weaponize me some more, for I am dead!
No need to shoot me...no need to excuse me
For I am a presence no one knows.