A Song a Day (NAIDOC EDITION)

 I thought I’d share a song a day during NAIDOC Week

This one is titled “For my Tiddas”

Barkaa

To understand is to listen..

Black sista, where you going, how you doing, where you been?

I ain't seen you scene for a couple of weeks

By all means, stay on ya roll you gotta do ya thing

But please don't sell ya soul for a couple of g'z

Embrace your black skin

And your race within

You're blessed by your blackness

And your dark skinned kin

Raise strong black kids

Throw those drugs in the bin

And you'll be bound to make

Your old people look at you and grin

Uhh

Stand strong like your matriarchy

And titta aim higher than stars can reach

You ain't gotta act different when it comes to me

I believe in ya sista take a walk with me

Brr ko

Like Pac said

The sweeter the juice

You're too deadly sis to go hang ya head in a noose

I know ya sick of tired of dealing with the drugs and abuse

You're too strong my sista you know

The deeper the roots

Uh

Black woman in a white mans world

It's tough

Being sexualized is all we learnt

That's enough

You're worth more than getting treated like dirt

Show love

And give your sisters what they truly deserve

Respect

We sick and tired of getting treated as less

Saying that sex sells but I got no sales for pests

The way you treat your woman has you looking reaal oppressed

"She's got her lore you got yours it's time to have it addressed

If she stands with you than stand with her,

Cause handing down this healing is the bigger picture

Got nothing to do with your sexual preference,

This is about our solidarity that's getting questioned

Brr ko

Don't be shame sis

Let em know what's up

Pave the way for your babies so they grow up tough

Aim higher even though you grew up in hard knocks

And show ya babies what it feels like when you truly are loved

And let me tell you somethin'

You ain't defined by your past

They tried to judge me for it

Look who gets to have the last laugh

Cause I go hard,

Throwin stones surrounded by glass

Won't get you nowhere

I ain't even ashamed of my scars

I'm a proud black sista

So don't ever get it twisted

They was aiming at my downfall but they missed and turnt to misfits

I'm really quite exquisite

And my sisters keep it busy

We rockin' out our culture

With our elders as our witness

Let me

Break it down so you get it stuck in ya head

A black woman raised you so don't you ever forget

And I ain't baggin' out my bruvas, my bruvas are warriors

But if ya can't respect ya tiddas don't expect us to honour ya

Brrrrr ko

To understand is to listen..