Black girl, black girl
In the heart of Oakanda
Gentrification steams from the outskirts of civilization
Yet it has little to do with our nation
While oppressors subject their will over subjects
Idle movement is helping exempt our idols
Black girl, black girl
In the heart of Oakanda
Her eyes shine of hope but her body is bruised
Her profession sees the tempers of contemporaries brew
While oppressors subject their will over subjects
Potential is halted by the greed of their complex
Black girl, black girl
In the heart of Oakanda
You are nothing more than property to the man
God’s design has endowed the man with a chiseled body
So oppressors subject their will over subjects
And as a result the man talks nonsense
Black girl, black girl
In the heart of Oakanda
Your history has been trying to erase other’s wrongdoings
Taking blame when everyone is to blame
Embracing pain and being forced to feel sane
It’s insane.
Black girl, black girl
In the heart of Oakanda
It gets better they say
But they fail to acknowledge the pain
And the fact that suffering is greatest in your hearts
But it gets better they say
It gets better they say
And I empathize with the struggle
But I’d be remiss to pretend that I know exactly what you go through
I view your value and am appreciative of all your contributions
There’s not a black woman I can’t thank
Black girl, Black girl
YOU are the heart of Oakanda