Black Queen
Black Queen!, ... Black Queen!... why don't you go and live your dream? Black Queen, Black Queen, Don't you worry about a thing. Mom's got all under control. No need to worry about the bills; or how you are going to get to you music lessons. because as long as we serve God theirs going to be blessings. no need for stressing just turn it over it's not yours to carry. wake up! eat some fruits and vegetables. I will have lunch ready and dinner is spaghetti you are all set get ready head towards the door text me a list of the things you want from the store. don't worry about paying me back i just got my check i'm all set. me and your father will never leave each other so that's ofne thing off your case if you can't remember anything always remember never stop running the good race.
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