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life
Baby? ...Whatcha doin?
Watching God of course mama, thoughts just brewin..
Baby? ...Why you sad?
Days run together, hours turn to seconds, one day this just won’t matter..
Baby? ...Whatcha cha gonna do?
Stiffin up my back straight, ain’t that how you taught me how to be?
Stand tall and don’t fall, need for nobody cut off everybody, figure it out yourself, work the strategies..
Baby? ...But is that you?
No it isn’t mama, at least not completely..
Baby ...just be true.
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mrmelody7 says: Direct line from heaven a unique piece of writing if I am reading this right |
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Phone Call From HeavenBaby? ...Whatcha doin? Watching God of course mama, thoughts just brewin.. Baby? ...Why you sad? Days run together, hours turn to seconds, one day this just won’t matter.. Baby? ...Whatcha cha gonna do? Stiffin up my back straight, ain’t that how you taught me how to be? Stand tall and don’t fall, need for nobody cut off everybody, figure it out yourself, work the strategies.. Baby? ...But is that you? No it isn’t mama, at least not completely.. Baby ...just be true.
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