I am black and I am strong
Arms crossed, chin up; now, that's my true worth
I am NOT at all bothered by color - white, brown, black
My motive is simple - do good things
I always do. It's how I do
One thing I never fail to do is dream
I see things; I am not blind
I dream big. I dream. I always dream trust me
I see victory, I see glory and every dream is a win
I dream in colors - white, brown, black
Hair's grey, skin's tough, teeth strong
I battle as black as I can
Good tidings are cravings, sweet cravings, and it keeps me going
New morning and I'm still here
Still black, strong and still real
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