The life of being black

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By Ky Moet •

Once daddy walks out that door He's never coming back Mama picking up the slack That's the life of being black Proven fact And it's harder to live Though someday I gotta die Dont fix ya face to cry Just put your head to the sky ooh o-oh pour out the bottle for me Ohh-Ohh When I'm gone you'll see Ohh-Ohh No other life like me Whoahh-Ohh Just let me rest in peace Whoah-Ohh Standing above my grave Mommy please dont weap Pour out the bottle for me

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