Stuggle
I've see it all and heard it all
No one can tell me my own story
Typical African American story of no father
Just a mother and hope to make it out of the struggle
I am not ashamed of where I come from
The hood is where my support is
Working hard to give my family what they need
Tired of the tears
Tired of the fears
My struggles will turn into victory
I refuse to give up
I will strive
I will rise
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