| She wants a lover right now
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| But not no brother
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| Her man gotta have a lotta money
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| To get under her cover
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| Now she’s a fine sister
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| But up here she’s missin’it
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| She says she wanna learn about life
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| No old black bull shit
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| At the age of 15 a brother gave her a baby
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| She’s 19 now and it drover her crazy
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| And now everytime
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| She turns around
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| All the people in the neighborhood
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| Look and get mand and sing
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| Meet Mr. Succesful
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| I guess he’s blessed yeah
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| But he happens to be a brother
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| Who only wants blue eyes and blonde hair
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| Now this young mister
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| He don’t like sisters
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| He couldn’t find that special one
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| He know why he missed her
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| He says sisters wasn’t good enuff
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| They only wanted his green stuff
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| That’s why everytime he turned
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| Around all the people
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| In the neighborhood
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| Looked and got mad
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| And sang
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| I try to tell my people
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| There should not be any hatred
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| For a brother or a sister
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| Whose opposite race they’ve mated
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| No man is God
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| And God put us all here (yeah)
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| But this system has no wisdom
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| The devil split us in pairs
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| And taught us White is good, Black is bad
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| And Black and White is still too bad
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| That’s why everytime I turn around
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| All the people in my neighborhood
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| Look mad and sing. |