| Song | Black Girl Pain |
| Artist | Talib Kweli |
| Album | The Beautiful Struggle |
| 作曲 : Greene, Ibrahim, McIntyre ... | |
| My mama said life would be this hard | |
| Growin' up days as a black girl scarred | |
| In every ways till you've come so far | |
| They just know the name they don't know the pain | |
| So please hold your heads up high | |
| Don't be ashamed of yourself know | |
| IWill carry it forth till the day | |
| I dieThey just know the name they don't know the pain black girl | |
| Yeah I do it for the people, | |
| I do it for the love | |
| I do it for the poet, | |
| I do it for the thug | |
| This is for victory, and this is for the slaughter | |
| I do it for my mother, | |
| I do it for my daughter | |
| Promise I'll always love ya, | |
| I love to kiss and hug ya | |
| You and your brother should be lookin' out for one another | |
| I'm so blessed, man, y'all the reason | |
| I got upSomebody put his hands on you | |
| I'm gettin' locked up | |
| I'm not playin', that's the prayer | |
| I'm sayin' for | |
| DianiAnd if | |
| I die then she'll be protected by | |
| AmaniThat's her bigger brother and | |
| I love the way he love her | |
| She a girly girl, she love to imitate her mother | |
| But she a | |
| Gemini, so stay on her friendly side | |
| She'll put that look on you, it's like somebody' friend just died | |
| My pretty black princess smell sweet like that incense | |
| That you buy at the bookstore supporting black business | |
| Teach her what black is, the fact is her parents are thorough | |
| She four reading cornrows by | |
| Camille Yarborough | |
| I keep her hair braided, bought her a black | |
| BarbieI keep her mind free, she ain't no black zombie | |
| This is for | |
| Aisha, this is for | |
| KasheraThis is for | |
| Khadijah scared to look up in the mirror | |
| I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame | |
| She got a black girl name, she livin' black girl pain | |
| This is for | |
| Makeba, and for my | |
| MamacitaWhat's really good, ma? | |
| I'll be your promise keeper | |
| I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame | |
| She got a black girl name, she livin black girl pain | |
| My mama said life would be this hard | |
| Growin up days as a black girl scarred | |
| In every ways till you've come so far | |
| They just know the name they don't know the pain | |
| So please hold your heads up high | |
| Don't be ashamed of yourself know | |
| IWill carry it forth till the day | |
| I die'Coz they just know the name they don't know the pain black girl | |
| This is for | |
| Beatrice Bertha | |
| Benjamin who gave birth to | |
| Tsidi Azeeda for | |
| Lavender Hill for | |
| KyalishaAlthelone, | |
| Mitchells | |
| Plain, Swazi girls | |
| I'm rep pin for thee | |
| Mannesburg, | |
| Guguletu where you'd just be blessed to get through | |
| For beauty shinin through like the sun at the highest noon | |
| From the top of the cable car at table mountain | |
| I am youGirls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin | |
| For cape colored allied for realizing we're | |
| AfricanFor all my cousins back home, the strength of mommy's backbone | |
| The length of which she went for raising, sacrificing her own | |
| The pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions | |
| For rubber pellet scars on | |
| Auntie Elna's back | |
| I marchFist raised caramel shinin in all our glory | |
| For Mauritius, | |
| St. Helena, my blood is a million stories | |
| Winnie for | |
| Joan and for | |
| Edie, for | |
| Norma, Leslie, | |
| NdidiFor Auntie | |
| Betty, for | |
| Melanie, all the same family | |
| Fiona, Jo | |
| Burg, complex of mixed girls | |
| For surviving through every lie they put into us now | |
| This world is yours and | |
| I swear I will stand focused | |
| Black girls, raise up your hands, the world should clap for us | |
| My mama said life would be this hard | |
| Growin' up days as a black girl scarred | |
| In every ways till you've come so far | |
| They just know the name they don't know the pain | |
| So please hold your heads up high | |
| Don't be ashamed of yourself know | |
| IWill carry it forth till the day | |
| I die'Coz they just know the name they don't know the pain black girl | |
| Momma said that the day's like this | |
| Momma said that the day's like this | |
| Momma yeah momma said | |
| That the day's like this | |
| Momma said every day's like this | |
| Momma said that the day's like this | |
| Momma said that the day's like this | |
| Momma yeah momma said | |
| That the day's like this |
| zuò qǔ : Greene, Ibrahim, McIntyre ... | |
| My mama said life would be this hard | |
| Growin' up days as a black girl scarred | |
| In every ways till you' ve come so far | |
| They just know the name they don' t know the pain | |
| So please hold your heads up high | |
| Don' t be ashamed of yourself know | |
| IWill carry it forth till the day | |
| I dieThey just know the name they don' t know the pain black girl | |
| Yeah I do it for the people, | |
| I do it for the love | |
| I do it for the poet, | |
| I do it for the thug | |
| This is for victory, and this is for the slaughter | |
| I do it for my mother, | |
| I do it for my daughter | |
| Promise I' ll always love ya, | |
| I love to kiss and hug ya | |
| You and your brother should be lookin' out for one another | |
| I' m so blessed, man, y' all the reason | |
| I got upSomebody put his hands on you | |
| I' m gettin' locked up | |
| I' m not playin', that' s the prayer | |
| I' m sayin' for | |
| DianiAnd if | |
| I die then she' ll be protected by | |
| AmaniThat' s her bigger brother and | |
| I love the way he love her | |
| She a girly girl, she love to imitate her mother | |
| But she a | |
| Gemini, so stay on her friendly side | |
| She' ll put that look on you, it' s like somebody' friend just died | |
| My pretty black princess smell sweet like that incense | |
| That you buy at the bookstore supporting black business | |
| Teach her what black is, the fact is her parents are thorough | |
| She four reading cornrows by | |
| Camille Yarborough | |
| I keep her hair braided, bought her a black | |
| BarbieI keep her mind free, she ain' t no black zombie | |
| This is for | |
| Aisha, this is for | |
| KasheraThis is for | |
| Khadijah scared to look up in the mirror | |
| I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame | |
| She got a black girl name, she livin' black girl pain | |
| This is for | |
| Makeba, and for my | |
| MamacitaWhat' s really good, ma? | |
| I' ll be your promise keeper | |
| I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame | |
| She got a black girl name, she livin black girl pain | |
| My mama said life would be this hard | |
| Growin up days as a black girl scarred | |
| In every ways till you' ve come so far | |
| They just know the name they don' t know the pain | |
| So please hold your heads up high | |
| Don' t be ashamed of yourself know | |
| IWill carry it forth till the day | |
| I die' Coz they just know the name they don' t know the pain black girl | |
| This is for | |
| Beatrice Bertha | |
| Benjamin who gave birth to | |
| Tsidi Azeeda for | |
| Lavender Hill for | |
| KyalishaAlthelone, | |
| Mitchells | |
| Plain, Swazi girls | |
| I' m rep pin for thee | |
| Mannesburg, | |
| Guguletu where you' d just be blessed to get through | |
| For beauty shinin through like the sun at the highest noon | |
| From the top of the cable car at table mountain | |
| I am youGirls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin | |
| For cape colored allied for realizing we' re | |
| AfricanFor all my cousins back home, the strength of mommy' s backbone | |
| The length of which she went for raising, sacrificing her own | |
| The pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions | |
| For rubber pellet scars on | |
| Auntie Elna' s back | |
| I marchFist raised caramel shinin in all our glory | |
| For Mauritius, | |
| St. Helena, my blood is a million stories | |
| Winnie for | |
| Joan and for | |
| Edie, for | |
| Norma, Leslie, | |
| NdidiFor Auntie | |
| Betty, for | |
| Melanie, all the same family | |
| Fiona, Jo | |
| Burg, complex of mixed girls | |
| For surviving through every lie they put into us now | |
| This world is yours and | |
| I swear I will stand focused | |
| Black girls, raise up your hands, the world should clap for us | |
| My mama said life would be this hard | |
| Growin' up days as a black girl scarred | |
| In every ways till you' ve come so far | |
| They just know the name they don' t know the pain | |
| So please hold your heads up high | |
| Don' t be ashamed of yourself know | |
| IWill carry it forth till the day | |
| I die' Coz they just know the name they don' t know the pain black girl | |
| Momma said that the day' s like this | |
| Momma said that the day' s like this | |
| Momma yeah momma said | |
| That the day' s like this | |
| Momma said every day' s like this | |
| Momma said that the day' s like this | |
| Momma said that the day' s like this | |
| Momma yeah momma said | |
| That the day' s like this |