REAL

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    REAL

    I'm tired of when I walk down
    the street legs shaking tripping over
    the sidewalk


    Hey lady,shawty,they say
    makes me want to run a race to
    get away from the perverted fools
    wondering why they on the corner
    not working or even at school

    The lit cigarette
    and that black and mild
    I pray as I run
    Lord help them if that's
    your child

    It is not just the ones on the corner
    Him in the benz or the cadillac cts
    Ring on the left finger trying to hollar at me
    Bump on the lip you have a disease
    Get back satan !
    I say I'm not going to hell
    Are you the one that just got out of jail
    They say I'm mean because I wont respond
    But with a Devil I cant bond
    It's hard to look at you
    A Woman like me despise fools
    Don't call me names cause you hate yourself
    Take a look in mirror see who you really are
    Take of the hat the earrings,
    The ring, the watch, turn off the blackberry
    Take off the black label ,another mans name
    Off ya feet
    What you got, a soul wit no mind
    Blind and sick that's the way I see you ya trick
    Don't ever try to disguise I see you far away
    I am a W O M A N
    That don't play
    For the last time leave me alone black man
    Don't hate me because I'm strong
    When you see me
    Remember I'm ya sister,grandmother,mother
    I"M THE BACKBONE


    THE WOMAN




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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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