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Well, drip the juice
turn off your
Sunday suits
Fried chicken crackling
Rerun, what's happening
Brothers givin dap again 
ain't no O'Jay
whistlin
back stabbin-in
Bill Cosby
found a friend again
Fat Albert 
workin off pork rinds
and gubment
cheese
sinners gettin
on knees 
Faith returned
Heaven turned warm
Just a little sumthin
sumthin
remindin us how
a man's actions
added volume
to his words
Kids were seen
 not heard
and grandma
kept couches
wrapped in Saran
wrap.
I'd give a limb
to see a kid
climb a tree again.
Sweet bye and bye
days gone by.
Grab a palm leaf and
wave it on Sunday
We live in a world
with so many
discrepancies
God has abandoned 
Sunday and puts in
work Monday
through Saturday.
Cotton field
work ethic
and a King's 
mentality 
We need to overcome
One mo gen.
I'd rather see
the human race win
than watch another 
Superbowl commercial 
Facts of life
that feel like lies.
A Mason jar,
Fireflies and a dad
changing diapers
were such good times

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