Don't worry about tomorrow,
Don't worry about your mistakes.
If you don't worry you'll beat your sorrow,
If you don't worry you've got what it takes.

Sugar?

Yes Please!
Why won't you let me have any?

Curse you, Mom and Dad!
Gosh, you guys make me mad!
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Without sugar, I cannot thrive,
If I cannot thrive, I cannot survive.

My skin is covered in scars,
From the battles I've lost and won.
My mind likes to drift afar,
From the ruined futures I've been beholden.
My brain likes to break,
From the endless rounds of torture.
My soul likes to abandon me,
In hopes of finding a new home.

If I fall of a cliff,
Will I ever reach the bottom alive?
If I drown in the ocean,
Will I ever breathe again?
If I die,
Will I make it to heaven?

My name is Kunte Kinte,
I've come from lands far away.
I was taken hostage and prisoner,
And forced to be a slave.

Those people took away my name,
And gave me another instead.
My name is now Toby,
And thus Toby I became.

Few weeks past,
I ran away.
I was caught and whipped,
And forced to work again.

I ran away again,
I was caught again too.
This time they also,
Cut off my right foot.

I married a lady named Bell,
Who was black and a slave like me,
We had a little daughter,
Whom I loved and named Kizzy.

I died of a broken heart,
When my wife was bought and sold.
I now lay in a grave,
My story forgotten and in everlasting cold.

Dig a hole in the ground,
Hey ** what have you found?
Tis a bucketful of gold you say,
Say what a lucky mound.

She's a good girl,
She never truants.
She keeps to herself,
And minds her own business.

She never swears,
She never gets mad.
She always combs her hair,
She never argues with her dad.

But she sneaks out night,
To be with her friends.
She parties all night,
But she leaves before it ends.

She's a good girl,
Anyone can see that.
She's her dad's love,,
But who could stop her from a little bit of fun?