Diary Of A Black Woman, Vol. 1 Lyrics

Diary of a black woman

It's been a while huh?

Diary of a black woman with some dreams

This mic in my hand gives me power to feel seen

Cuz its hard living in a world as a minority

Diary of a black woman with some dreams

This mic in my hand gives me power to feel seen

Cuz its hard living in a world as a minority (but I embrace it though)

Do I fit your description? Naw

I'm just a melanated civilian

Living on a mission

To spit facts not fiction, so listen

Too many elephants in the room

I squeeze a trunk (squeeze a trunk)

Time to address some

Microaggressions

Fake people claiming they have good intentions

Full of deceptions

I gotta use viewer discretion

They got some dark souls

See my light (see my light)

I be they biggest competition

I got them hype (I got them hype)

Gave God permission

To stimulate my intuition

Now I'm counting my blessings

Pointing to heavens

I caught his paintbrush

Now imma work of art (work of art)

God's Monalisa

Call it walking art (walking art)

Embracing changes lately

And now I'm living large

Was born to stand out

Guess ima shooting star

Diary of a black woman with some dreams

This mic in my hand gives me power to feel seen

Cuz its hard living in a world as a minority

Diary of a black woman with some dreams

This mic in my hand gives me power to feel seen

Cuz its hard living in a world as a minority (but I embrace it though)

They stop and they stare (huh)

They comment on my hair (talkin')

They comment on my looks (uh)

They comment on my flare (wooh)

They comment on my views

They say that I look rare

They judge me by my cover

But yet I still prevail

Diary of a black woman with some dreams

This mic in my hand gives me power to feel seen

Cuz its hard living in a world as a minority

Diary of a black woman with some dreams

This mic in my hand gives me power to feel seen

Cuz its hard living in a world as a minority (but I embrace it though)