Below lies fangirling, and endless contemplation. Allons-y!
“Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they’ll never make us equal
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel
So why ain’t the stealing of my rights made illegal?
They keep us underground working hard for the greedy
But when it’s time pay they turn around and call us needy
My crown too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti
Gimme back my pyramid, I’m trying to free Kansas City
Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie Grundman
Well I’mma keep leading like a young Harriet Tubman
You can take my wings but I’m still gonna fly
And even when you edit me the booty don’t lie
Yeah, I’ma keep sangin’, I’mma keep writin’ songs
I’m tired of Marvin asking me “What’s Going On?”
March to the streets ‘cuz I’m willing and I’m able
Categorize me, I defy every label
And while you’re selling dope, we’re gonna keep selling hope
We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope
Will you be electric sheep? Electric ladies, will you sleep?
Or will you preach?”