Nigga Woman! Nigga Woman!, Sittin' rockin' her chair Harvesting her sorrows, Of her past plantation.
Tellin’ her grandchildren, "Those were the days of prayer workin’ til exhaustion, and discouraging tomorrows."
"No takin' time for self." She performed her duty, No questions, just firmly Responding only by "Yes Sir."
"With the fiery sun blazin' me, My aging body ached." But no one really cares To hear her only say.
Lending an ear, the grandchildren Listen impatiently, Easily distracted, By rustling autumn leaves.
Little does she realize that Her grandchildren don't care To hear stories of her Historical past life.
"I chantin' you my life, an' hopin' and prayin' That you all remember, The fight I fought for you long ago."
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