Black Race

Well, I squeak and I switched when I saw them coming,
They are about to bruise me again,
And they caught up with me,
What have I got to say?
It's a world so cold when you're living with the harsh one,
They'll shout, halla and scream at ya,
All your stories are being forsaken,
No dowry No cowries can feel your hand,
Its an eye for an eye...
Believe me it aint so...
You've got to forgive them to save your own soul!

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