It's Still Lives
It still lives from day to day.
It's all around me what can I say.
From T.V to the computer screen, everyone is judging, how can this be.
Just because of the colore of my skin, I am considered always lower than thee.
But, Thank God I have him, because he gave me, me.
Also Thank You slavery for teaching me what I am worth, and power to the most high for always keeping me close.
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