Angela Brown

How come loving you is so right
But it feels so wrong
If loving you is all I got
With you, my heart belongs, yeah
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I thought I'll never come to this
I thought I gave my heart to you
Not like this, we come to part
Too close, too far, the river is deep
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Baby, what's up with us
Things used to be different
You'd hold me in your arms
And tell me sweet nothings
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What do you do with an empty heart?
Would you die at this moment?
Would you break down and cry out, for the one you love?
Would you change your ways, to make him happy?
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Hundred years of struggle, yet your minds
still boggle
in shame, shaking like the game, my people.
Underline railroad we run with heavy load
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Yet deterred, by fate alone
Many questionable conclusions, theories, details
Yet to determine who is the blame
A resolution, only to retroact an opposition
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Behold creature tenderly I've spoken
More precious than any worldly possession
Your beauty is as angelic as a fairy
Watching you soar above the heaven
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If I die, let it not be in vein.
For whom I am, I am not ashamed.
For what I'm not, for who is to blame?
For praise and glory, I have yet claimed.
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I was sitting daydreaming as
I began to vision a world of emotions
words used to describe my feelings on life
I wanted to say but couldn't express those emotions
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Everyday is a eulogy on race
Every hour we face fear,
as we pray and cope...
Another pale day we face, our race
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Brown skin you are beautiful in every way
With the way you carry yourself
Your perfect in every way
Brown skin your color is more precious
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Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly
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I hear the sound of wind
Beating against my window pane
I hear ghosts gathering
In the misty dawn till sunrise
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Happiness is postulate time
Of chimes and wind blowers
Compressed vibrations
Of clashing sounds
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Every day I find myself trapped into a daily routine;
Time is beside its real, a dissident passage of
Oppression; contemplating the importance of matter;
Decision of hard work and discipline.
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A youthful spirit retracts,
A reflection of sun light piercing
Through cast shadows of death.
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When I fell in love, you were the one.
I was your crescendo, a metaphor for love.
I was a young thang, an innocent virgin.
I admired you from afar and fell in love at first sight.
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The winter evening settles down

With smell of steaks in passageways.
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I asked for Strength………
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom………
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hold water in its cusp,
An understatement to many sleepless nights.
I am the measurement of hard times of matter,
From the amount of hours we spent together.
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