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Be- You- Tiful

Be – You – Tiful

Momma always taught me

be yourself child, the world anit no joke

cant nobody change you

that skin you in is black

dark and beautiful

and thats you

That same red blood you see running down your veins

trust me its in their’s too

they might beat you to death

but remember who you are

They call you names even throw dirt on yo head

but at the end of the day

Be- You- Tiful

But when your freedom strikes, you’ll know

Harriet Tubman’s coming

its time for the blacks to be free!

No more fighting just too get a meal

No more feeling like this it’s mean’t too be

haven’t you heard its time for us too be free

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