How It Makes You Feel - Jill Scott

Tell me how you’d feel

If I was, If I was go’n,

Tell me how you’d feel?

Tell me how you’d feel

If I was, If I was go’n,

Tell me how you’d feel?

What if I was go’n forever?

No more chocolate kisses,

No nappy dugout ever,

No mamma, no daughter, no sister, no No sister friends

Tell me my brother,

What would become of you then?

What if, poof, every black female in the world

disappeared?

Your man-child left unattended

Lost without no one behind the steering wheel

Tell me, hmm mmm,

C’mon, how would that make you feel

C’mon, c'mon, help a sister say

Your beautiful brown would be forever go’n

With no more cocoa wombs to carry your

brown on You right there, would be the last of your kind

Can you feel this song?

How does that

affect your mind?

Cause if there was no me, there'd be no you

Ooo can you feel me, is this song coming

through

What if, poof, every

black female

in the world

disappeared?

That’s the science in it,

but it’s so much more intense

Reach into your soul for the answer

Reach wherever you need to, to find it Say you be tripping,

Say you pimping it,

Talking 'bout how you «Da Man»

What you are is something different

By-product of when «Massa"ruled your life

Spreading babies everywhere

Couldn’t think, couldn't care

But you can now

You can, you can

C’mon and man up Damn it, Tell me how you’d feel?

No mamma, no daughter