All I ever wanted was a nigga who would be true

All I wanted was a nigga man

All I wanted was a nigga man

All I ever wanted was a nigga

Who would be true, be good to me

While doing the evil that niggers do

My view of self was that of a divine ho

Like the ones portrayed on the

White man colonized minded rap shows

Oh, the Afro dizzy act of my black rebel

I am a woman and to this world I accommodate myself

My place is in my black man's defiance

My nigga divine for his sadness

So well complemented mine

When I look at you so black and blue

My love for you sad but true

My love for you sad but true

All I ever wanted was a nigga who would be true

All I wanted was a nigga man

All I ever wanted was a nigga who would be true

All I wanted was a nigga man

One night on a love high

We metamorphasized into gigantic black butterflies

And for the first time I saw the god inside

I realized my nigga redefined was the black man

Divine and he could take me higher

And the divine woman was what the black man desired

But of the tree of the knowledge

Of good and evil, you shall not eat

For in the day that you eat of it

You shall surely die

To them he said, "I will greatly multiply"

Your pain and your conception

In pain shall you bring forth children

And you shall be dependent on your husband

And he shall rule over you"

Then god said, "Let us make man in our image"

Let's go back to the time when the mind and soul

Were divine faith unquestioned

Mother, father, God said

"Let us make man in our own image god"

Was not alone as no one should be

I search for a righteous hand to rule over me

For you are a holy people

To the lord your god, the lord your god

Has chosen you to be a beloved people to himself, above all

People that are upon the face of the earth

The Lord shall bring a nation

Against you from afar, from the ends

Of the earth, as swift as the eagle that flies

A nation whose language you do not understand

Your sons and daughters

Shall be given to another people

And your eyes shall look on

And you shall grieve over them all the day

Long and there shall be no might

In your hand to do anything

The fruit of your labors shall a nation

That you know not eat up

And you shall be wronged

And oppressed always