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(Chorus: Sung by a woman): 
Sista  you've been on my mind. 
Sista  we're two of a kind. 
Sista  I'm keeping my eyes on you…. 

Sista. Black girl  how you living? 
Niggaz say you trippin'. They talk about how you're bitching 
Some feel  you're out to get them  and you're wicked as shit 
They say your actions make you deserve to be treated like a bitch 
But  as the sun can make the Earth travel at magnificent speeds 
I can make these sistas stop and revolve around me 
See, I'm your D to the O to the D to the P to the R: your teacher 
I'll turn the savagest sista, into Shakilah 
I leave no room for imperfection. I'm as god as god gets 
I love your hair when it's nappy. Your lips when they thick 
Manipulate that excess fume. Lubricate you at the womb 
Girl, you could've been my earth, but you chose to be his moon 
Why of course. I like scorts and the daisy duke shorts 
But "Word is Life." The gods are righteous 
You should've been rocking three-quarters 
It seems the bigger your breast, the tighter the shirt 
And the larger your behind, the smaller the skirts 
I never wanted to be pointing out the wrong within you 
But I see room for correction in some things that you do 
You telling me, "All men are dogs," and we ain't about shit 
So when a fool call you "bitch," you insist on flip 
But what really fucked me up is when I saw you that day 
Your girlfriend called you a bitch and it was peace and okay 
Sista, your situation ethics never did mean jack 
And I know for a fact, you can't explain that 
I give a shout out, to all the full time queens: 
Anti-bitch around the clock, who know what black woman means 
Ain't trying to paint no evil picture 
I'm trying to get with ya 
Your righteous people miss ya: 
Black sista 

(Chorus: Sung by a woman. From "The Color Purple."): 
Sista, you've been on my mind. 
Sista, we're two of a kind. 
Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you. 

Brother. Black man, how you living? 
Sistas say we trippin'. They talk about how we're slipping 
They feel we out to get them, and we know that it's wrong 
They say our actions make us deserve to be treated like we're dogs 
But as the sun can maintain and provide for the earth 
The black man can fat her, and not bounce at the birth 
See, she's your Q to the U to the E to the EN: your sista 
Some brothers often diss her. Impregnate n' not be with her 
See brother, you can draw her up 
Make her as earth as earth as earth gets 
But it takes a god of a black man to plant and grow this 
But you manipulate her brain. Throw her on that transit train 
Trafficking your crack cocaine. You niggaz is insane 
I'll tell you plain and simple. As long as Sha got instrumentals 
I can brush this off you mental: from here to infinite 
She's a hooker. She's a slut. A mother fucking hood rat 
But you telling her for the sex, she's a queen and all of that? 
Man, I cram to understand . God damn. I swear to the Vilan 
This shit gets out of hand. Must be worth 50 grand 
I'm not trying to paint no evil picture 
I'm trying to get with ya 
Your righteous people miss ya: 
Black sista 

(Chorus: Sung by a woman): 
Sista, you've been on my mind. 
Sista, we're two of a kind. 
Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you.

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