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Hello Brotha.
I think we’ve met before.
When you told me I wasn’t
Good enough for you.
My skin was too dark
My hair, too nappy and
My love for you, too true.
See, I loved you when you
Were nothing
Yet, somebody to me
And I picked you up when you
Fell.
You said you had no opportunity.
So I stepped back.
Your dreams became mine
You never saw me cry.
To you, everything was fine.
MY blood, MY sweat, MY tears
Just so YOU could fly.
And then you made it.
Regarded with high esteem
But you never stopped to thank
Those BEHIND the scenes.
Your idea of beauty changed to that of a
Lighter hue
But still I cared
Though my heart hurt.
My love was just for you.
But now my love is obsolete
My skin, too dark
My hair, too nappy
A face with no name
You carelessly pass in the street.
Yes, my Brotha.
We’ve met in our past.
When you were my number one
But I still finished last.
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