Black Rose - Ghetts, Kojey Radical

My daughter she a princess

The world ain’t slaughtering her skin yet

These Kanyes have not become important to the Kims yet

But when she gets older there’ll be brothers same colour as her Pappa who will

not be showing any sort of interest

(Have mercy on my brothers, yeah)

Disrespecting women who remind them of their mothers

Disrespecting women who remind them of their sisters

Disrespecting women who remind them of their cousins

(Have mercy on my brothers)

Everyone’s entitled to their own taste

But every time you pricks make a statement

I can find a rival in my own race

I love all types of women

Variety is okay

But society will throw shade

So who’s fighting for the sisters then

When their own brothers keep on dissing them

Try and picture Justin as a little one

Daddy was around but I was raised by the womendem

Nan, aunts, mummy

Black woman significance

So fuck you and your ignorance

When I was young I had Ashanti on my wall

And there was pictures of my family in my front room with certificates

University graduates and good citizens

Baby keep doing you

Don’t let the world ruin you

No matter what they say, you are beautiful

Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder

And we don’t know who is who

Who are they to slew when they slewing you?

Babe, you’re golden

So Golden

I need you golden

So Golden

I can cry those tears for you

Again

But just know I’ll be there for you

To keep you golden

And they say sticks don’t break no bones

But their words might still hit home

Broke up bags on concrete stones

Look at all this is our soul

To keep your golden

So golden (so golden)

So golden (so golden)

I need you golden (so golden)

So golden (so golden)

Black rose

When you was doing light skin vs dark skin

Some was doing white skin vs our skin

Divided and conquered

Living but slightly unconscious

Killing each other minor (problems)

Do I define a monster

Cos my knife is longer

My left is weak but my right is stronger

What I really mean is my writing’s stronger

Should I wife a Kate or should I wife a Rhonda?

I don’t mind either genre

Brothers back home using cake soap

I’m only caked up 'cause I make dough

We’re all try stay afloat in the same boat

But I’m trying to be the goat not scape goat

Are you aware of who I am?

There’s something called opinions and I really can’t escape those

Er, he’s black and he’s ugly

Nah, I’m black and I’m lovely

Only god can judge me

This ones ones for my brothers that are lonely in this fuckery

Coming home from school and your shadows your only company

Really I’m from Africa but I don’t know the country

I’m a lost man

Where the hell are my locks at?

Got me looking at a dashiki like what’s that

And still I’m jango to you house niggas

I get even with the Stevens in combat

Babe, you’re golden

So golden (so golden)

So golden (so golden)

I need you golden (so golden)

So golden (so golden)

So golden (so golden)

I can’t cry those tears for you

Again

But just know that I’ll be there for you

To keep you golden