Politic Live - Video Light lyrics

[Dirt Gritie] With hopes to be a video star, yes, this precious black harlot More meat for the meat market The matinees that she played And the bumps on this road that shorty would take She worked in the morning, taught dance in the evening Auditioned for the videos on the weekend Shorty was choice, light skin real cute Directors often asked if she would pose in the nude Was it the art or the s** they would try to pursue? Stood 5' 6, weighed 132 She had a fat a** and she knew how to move But one wrong step could throw off her groove There's some jobs you take and some you refuse The difference between following and setting the rules But your patients gone pay off soon stay on your lessons Next morning got a call for a Sean Paul audition [Spoken Word - Young Mav] Determined she is For every cent ever paid to an agency Or dance instructor For every director or rap star Who inappropriately touched her For the sleepless nights She would sacrifice To be more than a who*e In the video light [Dirt Gritie] Let's take about s** and how it sells How shorty sold her self short for a bill In South Africa shorty got'a f** for a meal Cause her landlords horny wants some thing to feel Who cares if she chills? That's just another vacancy that'll fill he's still paying the bills If one could escape from the physical realm And enter to a place where harmony dwells Then truly we would see that we're living in hell Big up your self young sister Life was on the right path but got caught up in a twister And now you travel through Oz With the lights, cameras and move stars Glamour, gilts, whips, licks Men breaking you off with chips for dip Thing is that you lost in the missed of this When did you become such a ruthless b**h? [Spoken Word - Young Mav] How little attention we pay To the rose that grew from concrete As if we too would have come out unscathed Had her shoes been on our feet We criticize her means To get into the industry But never cared When we seen her in the streets [Risse] What's going on? What's the hold up? When's it gone be my turn I want a blow up? The paper said 3:30 I'm here, I showed up My bag got my gear, headshots, look these s*uts Ain't got nothing on me I was awarded Miss Edmonton in 93 And graduated to be Miss Grand Prix Only get manicures from the finest boutiques See my hair, this is mine, I don't wear no weaves Why I'm waiting in this line when I got a degree Still I'm young, got time to chase my dreams But the more I run the further they seem To invest my time in vanity things When they only looking for a** and tit rings Maybe I think I'll pa** on this thing Go back to cla** and be queen [Spoken Word - Young Mav] Are you driven by self-esteem? Or selfish themes? That promote hair weaves And lightning creams Scared of enlightenment So you lighten they're tint To be the next video hoe That your friends resent Vanity is our demise So late we realize We'd all look the same If we had no eyes