interrupted interracial relationships
cultures encroaching and clashing
drawing lines in the sand like,
come on dad
why we fussing and fighting?
he the man on my mind
and I ain't biting
the bullet
I'm sticking to it
mama mia who's your papa
a plea for understanding
not permission
who's gonna stop ya?
when submission is religion
and they tell you your place is in the kitchen
it gets you twitching
it's a dying breed 
that strictly believes in
a pure breed
but we don't feed into the fallacy
of separation for the sake of
segregated procreation
in this mixed up fucking nation
we'll all be a shade of grey one day
one day
one day
breaking types and smashing stereos
though I got a man
I ain't nobody's hoe
not bending over backwards
for somebody else's dough
I pay my own bills don't you know?
not your vision of submission
or your princess of the dishes
or the genie in the bottle of your wishes
fix those rips 
with your own damn stitches
we independent witches
I'm the bruja of his dreams
I'm his butterfly with wings
I'm the air sign that he breathes
I'm his other half who sings
of things so real like caterpillar feels
that period where we deal
with a world that's just too real
I scratch his back
and always got come backs
cos my nails are just as sharp
as my Mind Cocoon in tact
in fact
I always got a pencil sharpener
in the small pocket
of my backpack
I used to raise my hand in class
excuse me, 
can I have a hall pass?
but obedience cannot last
with lips so chapped from kissing ass
and apparently
getting married way too fast
but it's none ya business
how long you'll think we'll last
when we're hung up on permission
that I never even asked
when you're hung up on permission
that I never even asked
when you're hung up on permission
that I never even asked
never even asked
never even asked
I never even asked
never even asked
I never even asked
I never even asked
and I don't need your permission
and I don't need your permission
and I don't need your permission
and I don't need your permission (slow motion)
