Growing Up Getto Black
its was like a open door
I grew up poor
but also rich
cloths need a stich
but we were close family
with love that was heavenly
yes times was tough and rough
that's a fact
GROWING UP GETTO BLACK
Copyright © Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr | Year Posted 2016
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