That Black Child
he is the world feeling he won'ts to die
knowing his self he can't denie
no where to run
no where to hide
tho world is so wide
never feeling like he is
on trail
OH
THAT BLACK CHILD
how lone must it go on
he don worng
cause of the corlor his or her skin
how can the win
lord its asin walk sometime for miles
OH THAT BLACK CHILD
Copyright © Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr | Year Posted 2011
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