Why does my life have to be your drag
Just cause I’m black
Does that mean I can’t be happy
A happy childhood
A good family home
Plenty of food with the aroma filling
the home
Why is the good times left out of my
history
Yes, times get rough due to racism
But we press on and get along
With the freedoms within
Family support and love
Have always been the foundation
Some may not understand
Cause they never had
The love that a black family has.
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