| She’s darker than a child’s deepest sleep
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| And into his mind she creeps
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| In this world of lies and confusion
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| She’s the only thing not clouded by illusions
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| The pain of everyday life is hidden by the blackness of our skin
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| He searches to find peace within
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| He finds love in the blackness of her skin
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| Back to the ghetto
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| Serenaded by the violence outside the window
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| Project aristocrats gather they realize
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| That our hearts and minds are shackled by the lies
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| But he finds peace when he looks into her eyes
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| And see her blackness is fine
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| The blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind
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| Straight from the womb
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| Right smack dab in the middle of?
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| Poverty insecurity no one to save me The young black man lays his head on her young black thighs
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| So that the child in her womb can hear the tears
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| That the black man cries
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| Soon come on a wave of positivity the big swinger,
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| Swingin’like a jazz singer travelin', movin', movin',
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| Steppin’in my three-quarter shell-toes,
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| Groovin’love to hear the brothers signify sisters with their head held high
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| Summertime, the livin’is easy dreaming of seas of dark tranquility
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| On the project train full speed on the project train heading for my love that’s
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| sweet like sugercrane |