African American dreams
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My skin is smooth fearfully and wonderfully made by God From the top of my head to the soles of my feet I am vibrant I am drenched in caramel my skin glows against the beam of sunlight
Dreams sparked in thoughts For money beyond, For love and respect and freedom, For bright musical schools, Dreams dropped in two dollar days, In dark "school" hallways,
BLACK with no Regret I'm Black With No Regret And maybe my shoulders scream it too Or maybe it's in our stride And strong voice and afros I'm Black With Some Regret
I am from a blood line of empowerment. My people have traveled for miles, and my history runs deep.
The dirty South gets drunk on nights. Are we only made of sweet tea, shoot outs, and bar fights? She slumps to the ground and hits the side of the old juke box -
One Job May Change My Life. No buck can change face to save its life, Funny thing is I'm not yet tryna find a wife, Every May brings a Daisy that just isn't right, Can't apprehend the meaning of a different light,