Black Man Don't Fret
Black Man Don't fret, but if i bet if B.E.T. didn't Change CEO's the world wouldn't portrait us Black Woman under tacky fashion shows with us barely in cholthes and who knows with so much pressure, our hair with just get straighter, and later while our hair is straight with perms, the white girls hair are kinky with the perm. time reversed, and these times aren't rehearsed. and our life is reversed.
the Black Man goes to jail, while yellin "we free at last,so why you on they side" and the cop said my side is not theirs, as long as you see it as that, you will never care.
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