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When love still had a meaning

Love means nothing
Black people please tell me something!
Why is hate all we think of
When times get hard we beat our loved ones
A new born child with an unloving mother
That child with no blanket or cover
People with no shelter, food or clothes
No income or pay roll
Daddy’s little girl be bad, she couldn’t
But some nights he does something he shouldn’t
Pray to God that things change
Cuzz to be better they can’t stay the same
Written by CandyMiller
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