Best Kept Secret - Black Women lyrics

[Hook: PHZ-Sicks] How the hell can you not love black women? I'm talking black women The Queens of Mother Earth How the hell can you not love black women? I'm talking black women I'm talking black women Sun rays baked in their skin cause the Earth revolves around them I'm talking Black Women (repeat) [Verse 1: PHZ-Sicks] Black women, those independent, I'm going to get it My ancestors didn't suffer, 400 years for me not to go and win it From HBCs to Ivy Leagues, knowing most people are out of your league The backbone of the family, working even when fatigue There's a war going on outside and their black skin is their fatigues Royalty is defined by them, go ahead, and speak on it, Queen Just cause you dressed that way, doesn't make you a s*ut You'll be fine without us and we damn right can't even judge The life that you live when you gave all that you can give IF we had half that strength, their probably wouldn't be so many weak men Talking about what you need to be doing f** 'em Do what you want, change the world in the way you to see it Remember you're a Queen, so if there is any goal you want, you can easily achieve it Uh, Do your thing, Queen, Do it Do your thing, Queen, do your thing Make sure what you leave behind is something That will forever have your name ring- -Ing in to an eternity From Makeda to the slave ships To right now to the cosmic Go on, Queen, don't stop, get it, get it, and do that sh** [Hook] [Verse 2: PHZ-Sicks] My Momma, my Grandma My Aunt are beautiful black women My cousins, my best friends Are all beautiful black women My Angela Davis. black women My Nikki Giovanni, black women My Michelle Obama, black women My Maya Angelou, black women My Assata Shakur, black women My Josephine Baker, black women My Ruby Dee, black women My Oprah Winfrey, black women My bell hooks black women My Rosa Parks, black women My Myra Hemmings, black women My Sojourner Truth, black women My Harriet Tubman, black women My Sade, black women My Dorothy Dandridge, black women My God, don't you know I love black women? Huh, uh, can't you tell I love black women? Huh, my God, can't you see I love black women? [Bridge: PHZ-Sicks] Whether your hair's natural or relax Dreaded up or hair down ya back Nobody's gonna hold you back Tell them mind ya business & get back (repeat) Do your thing, Queen, do it Do your thing, Queen, do it (Don't stop, get it, get it Don't stop, get it, get it) Do your thing, Queen, do it Do your thing, Queen, do it (Don't stop, get it, get it Don't stop, get it) Uh