Black, Foes standing Cold
Young And Old
Gazzing Around White Doors
Cleaning Dishes, some Floors
For Her Family To eat at night
Now She's The Man of the House
The Head Of Her 3 some.
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Now Grown Up, they Do drugs
Some turing into Thugs
forgetting Black Poverty Is still On
Their Mothers are Gone.
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She's Stripping Naked, In the street
Selling Her Flesh
To the King
(Blesser with Cash).
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Growing Up In shrinking World;
Mothers Working Hard
Kids Dreaming Right
While Fathers Are on the Run
Teeangers die
In their early Ages.
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It's like being trapped in some Cages;
No future, No Peace.
Whose Holding The Keys
Of this Daily shrinking World?
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I wish to ascape.