Growing Up Black
i won't need many things
at time i was ashame
and had the blues
cause i had no shoes
my cloths was uesed
but i had golds
in my face there was moles
did let the hold me back
yes it was tought rough
GROWING UP
BLACK
Copyright © Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr | Year Posted 2011
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