| All I ever wanted was a nigger
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| Who would be true
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| All I wanted was a nigger man
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| All I ever wanted was a nigger
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| Who would be true, be good to me
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| While doing the evil that niggers do
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| My view of self was that of a divine ho
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| Like the ones portrayed on the white man
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| Colonized minded rap shows
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| Oh, the Afro dizzy act of my black rebel
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| I am a woman and to this world I accommodate myself
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| My place is in my black man’s defiance
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| My nigger divine for his sadness
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| So well complemented mine
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| When I look at you so black and blue
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| My love for you sad but true
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| All I ever wanted was a nigger
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| Who would be true
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| All I wanted was a nigger man
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| One night on a love high
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| We metamorphasized into gigantic black butterflies
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| And for the first time I saw the god inside
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| I realized my nigger redefined was the black man
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| Divine and he could take me higher
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| And the divine woman was what the black man desired
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| But of the tree of the knowledge
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| Of good and evil, you shall not eat
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| For in the day that you eat of it
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| You shall surely die
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| To them he said, «I will greatly multiply
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| Your pain and your conception
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| In pain shall you bring forth children
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| And you shall be dependent on your husband
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| And he shall rule over you»
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| Then god said, «Let us make man in our image»
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| Let’s go back to the time when the mind and soul
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| Were divine faith unquestioned
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| Mother, father, god said
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| «Let us make man in our own image god»
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| Was not alone as no one should be
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| I search for a righteous hand to rule over me
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| For you are a holy people
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| To the lord your god, the lord your god
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| Has chosen you to be a beloved people to himself, above all
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| People that are upon the face of the earth
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| The Lord shall bring a nation
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| Against you from afar, from the ends
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| Of the earth, as swift as the eagle that flies
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| A nation whose language you do not understand
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| Your sons and daughters
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| Shall be given to another people
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| And your eyes shall look on
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| And you shall grieve over them all the day
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| Long and there shall be no might
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| In your hand to do anything
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| The fruit of your labors shall a nation
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| That you know not eat up
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| And you shall be wronged
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| And oppressed always |