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She got a purse on her shoulder, carrying problems Not knowing, which way to go its so scary to follow Sundried them tears on her cheek, mascara will hide them The night shift She just tryna take care of her daughter A single life full of singles, she married her dollars Her mama always gave her hell cause she married a doctor Graduated from college twice and came home with a doctorate Family's separated cause she didn't marry her father Its cool though Cold shoulders and deaf ears to the sympathy Broken strings and silent violin's in her symphony She get it popping, fireworks Independence day Don't need a nigga, she get it the independent way Rosa Parks for that money, do what you got to do Coretta Scott for that paper, don't need a man to move Harriet Tubman, say honey tell them you standing prove Such a phenomenal woman, that's Maya Angelou Uh Father God, she idolize the almighty prize Her smooth chocolate skin covers her almond eyes Subtle and shy, she sweeter than a buttermilk pie Her biggest dream is to see the child she mothered survive Its no surprise, she work had to pay that rent Her ex nigga took everything its no wonder why she strip Shit You're the reason why i believe in love You're the only one I'll receive it from What's the difference in living instead of dreaming love? When everything you've accomplished is what you dreamed it was She get it popping, fireworks Independence day Don't need a nigga, you get it the independent way Rosa Parks for that money, do what you got to do Coretta Scott for that paper, don't need a man to move Harriet Tubman, say honey tell them you standing prove Such a phenomenal woman, that's Maya Angelou Rosa Parks for that money, do what you got to do Coretta Scott for that paper, don't need a man to move Harriet Tubman, say honey tell them you standing prove Such a phenomenal woman, that's Maya Angelou
Writer(s): Orlando Williams, Roderick Williams, Keith Dixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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