Kepp your head up.
Some say the blacka the berry, the sweeter the juice.
I say the darka the flesh, the deeper the roots.
I give my hearts to my sistas on welfare, Cuz I'm gonna always care if no one else cares.
I know men like to beat you down alot, whenever they come aqround the block they clown alot.
But, please dont cry, dry your eyes, never let up.
Forgive, but dont forget girl, keep your head up.
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