De Dentro do Ap

From inside the apartment
With air conditioning, MacBook, you'll say
That you're left-wing, feminist defending women
Post there that she's a bitch, you can call her a whore
Your words don't match your actions

Heading out with the car your dad gave you
Just so you know, you don't know what work is
And you want to go there and say
That you understand about class struggle
I just suggest you bow down

Because my shot will hit straight
Your hypocrisy
The talk is straight, I'll ask you
You answer if you can handle it, girl
How many times did you run after a bus
To not miss the interview
Got there and heard a
Don't insist
The position has already been filled, you see
You don't fit our profile
How many times did you leave your apartment
And arrived on the ground floor with a plate of food
For the lady working at the traffic light
To support the four children who are already starving?
How many times did you stop to ask for a name
And to talk about your activism?
When did you step into my hood, to talk about your
Femi-nism?

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

And us? Black women, we're only good for you to suckle
White folks' breast milk
Your grandma didn't hesitate, when she sent mine to the whipping post

From inside the apartment
With air conditioning, MacBook, you'll say
That you're left-wing, feminist defending women
Post there that she's a bitch, you can call her whores
Your words don't match your actions

Heading out with the car your dad gave you
Just so you know, you don't know what work is
And you want to go there and say
That you understand about class struggles
I just suggest you bow down

Because my shot will hit straight
Your hypocrisy
The talk is straight, I'll ask you
You answer if you can handle it, girl
How many times did you run after a bus
To not miss the interview
Got there and heard a
Don't insist
The position has already been filled, you see
You don't fit our profile
How many times did you leave your apartment
And arrived on the ground floor with a plate of food
For the lady working at the traffic light
To support the four children who are already starving?
How many times did you stop to ask for a name
And to talk about your activism?
When did you step into my hood, to talk about your
Femi-nism?

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

Always putting off for tomorrow
Putting off for tomorrow
The millionaires you're burning bras

And us? Black women, we're only good for you to suckle
White folks' breast milk
Your grandma didn't hesitate, when she sent mine to the whipping post

From inside the apartment
From inside the apartment
From inside the apartment
From inside the apartment