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Post by Blaque on Sept 6, 2006 10:04:49 GMT -5
You can’t make no white woman outa me, honey! You got no pride in your back and no drums in your song You don’t walk with a sway in your hips, you got no rhythm There’s no fire in your eyes as you look on the world, no defiance in the carriage of your head. You don’t speak straight, talk about nothin’ too long and there’s no joy in your voice. Then we all got to wonder at your truth. You have to have a law for this and a law for that, you got no trust in your heart. Your anger has soft words and smiles of ice. My anger burns with the heat of a thousand cave fires. My passion’s ain't made in no book, but smolders in the soul of an ageless tribe of painted bodies and stomping feet. You can’t make no white woman outa me. You got no heart for the fight to live. You got no culture created of yourself, just those of all them that has welcomed you, and died for it. Naw, you can’t make no white woman outa me, honey. There’s no warriors in your dance, no drums in your song... You got no rhythm in your soul
Cheri Lewis
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Post by jazzlover on Sept 7, 2006 13:08:49 GMT -5
You have to shake yo neck when you read this one!
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Post by Blaque on Sept 8, 2006 16:18:12 GMT -5
Yep. There was definately some neck shaking going on when I read it.
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Post by dolphinfan on Sept 8, 2006 21:25:17 GMT -5
Ouch, I got a crick in my neck.
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