The ghetto is my slave ship, invisible Chains grip my wrist holding me down tight to this f***** up ghetto life, Uncle Sam is my master and I am nothing but a house n****, not like the ones that were once before, oh no! this house n**** is so much more, I am the breath that breathe life into the world, I am the back bone that holds every black man together, I am the sweet taste in your mouth like your mamas sweet potato pie, I am the truth in your heart even when your eyes lie, I am the love giver when the world is so cold, I am the glue that holds everything together even when you lose all control, I am the peace maker when there is no peace, I am that old southern slave hymn, even when you can't see the light, just wait by the water, and I will guide you through the night, I am that one decision that won't let you think twice, I am the one you run to when you need shelter from the storm, I am the love in your heart the makes you continue on, I am that face you see early in the morning, I am your Mother, I am your Grandmother, I am your sister, your Aunt and your cousin, I am the Mother of you children, I am your daughter, I am, That black woman!
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Big Will says: Very deep and powerful, this is the truth!!! I love this one sista!!! |
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