"Queen,/ You deserve the title/ But she rejects what i give/ While she nurse the wounds by them/ Tried them, didn't work/ Got impossible standards,/ Nothin' I do's gonna work/ Diary of a black girl"
@Wale
This track is CLASSIC... in my humble opinion...
Everything from the arrangement and the lyrics and Marsha's BEAUTIFUL, ANGELIC voice makes this track a standout to me...
NOT to mention the song gets to me so TOUGH!
It gives you a peek into the goings on inside of MY diary... I can so relate to this song. I think that every woman keeps a diary, literal or figurative. Every man that we allow into our lives writes something on the tablet of our heart. Good or bad, there is a record being kept of what transpires in the relationship. I myself can say that my "Diary" is filled with doubt, fear and very little trust in the opposite sex. I don't want it to be that way, but when that's all you know it's hard to go AROUND that.
It's even harder for the man that is trying to prove otherwise. I'm an optimistic person, but fear prohibits me from letting go and allowing someone new to get close to me... Insecurity, is a self-imposed prison, I choose to let my mind create falsities and conspire about how your intentions are impure... And I KNOW that it's partially my fault because I settle and repeat some mistakes, but DAMN it seems never-ending... In order for change to occur one must do something DIFFERENT for a change... Seems like I should do that huh??
If I told you I wanted to talk to you, you know
you'd think I'm tryin' to holler at you
And maybe I am, but you wouldn't hear me out anyways would you?
Rather lose love than to move on never knowin' what it feels like
Short days, long nights by the phone, no call
Need a clear mind cuz I been blind got me goin down that road
Heart made of stone
Far away from home,
Black woman c-c-cold
Every problem that you ever had with another man, i gotta face
Started off on thin ice i'm still here but i can't skate
Slow sink, can't breathe
No remorse, don't think
Listen to your friend,
Get another man for a minute then repeat
Queen,
You deserve the title
But she rejects what i give
While she nurse the wounds by them
Tried them, didn't work
Got impossible standards,
Nothin' I do's gonna work
Diary of a black girl
[Chorus:]
I wonder why I sit and cry, wish I could shed all these tears
I'm down and out, I'll keep on movin' and tryin' to get out
I don't know how to move on, where I went wrong
Wish I could live with no fears
So down and out, I'll keep it movin' and try to get out, somehow
Black girl
Raise by a momma who, hates the baby father, so
She don't have a problem with, sayin' "fuck a nigga" quick
I'm just tryin' to be the one who never run, but you run away from me
Your girlfriend's men cheat, why not me the same thing
She can't see in me, what I see in her
This pain she inherit, can't be reversed
I can even stay livin' in the shade above the motherfuckers that played ya
The irony in that is I ain't even that but you put it in those pages
Wife, you deserve the label,
But you been hurt before,
So you sore, and don't feel you're able
Tried them, didn't work
Got impossible standards,
Nothing that i ever do'll work
Diary of a black girl
[Repeat Chorus:] (2x)
See all I ever want to do is be relevant just tell me that I ever meant anything or that you could ever see me and you on another light but its like the dark winter doors darkest nights by the wrong men mostly all of them have made you some what incapable of a first impression what I do is channel my aggression with no cable or antenna just intentions to impress you; incapable, hoping that the material possessions can materialize to a better you; cars, nothing I drive can drive better this frame of mind with such an ugly picture in the end; money, nothing I buy can buy me more time for your ears to say your heart to listen to it; diamonds, a girls best friend is what they say but believe me with the right allegiance ya, you gonna shine anyways and every day that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary the day before is better then the present so anyone presented in her presence endures her life; sentences, no key for release no reason to be around her minds in the clouds she writes it all down in her diary
