Sista who are you?
Sista who are you trying to be?
See, I know who you are
You're a panther just like me
You got your fist balled up,raised in the air
You marched up and down the street
Afro puffed out like you just don't care
Colored skin tingles in the sun wild and free
Sista, sista don't let them steal yo shine
It's okay some of your dreams might shatter
They mostly hatin cause you fine
Time for you to find out who you are: Sista Panther
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