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Maria Williams Nov 2015
Look at my color
But you are not my brother
You don't act like my mother
But you shoot each other
Love in the streets no way
That's a joke on this say
Watch what I do no love
I where my gloves
Show me what you mean fool
World is so **** cruel
Black you cannot fool me anymore
I out the door
And you may roar
And try to hurt my soul
Black whats up with that
**** and **** like a everyday meal
So pull that in a second to stay away
From the bad black.

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