You can take this with a grain of salt
Money is the only thing I trust
Money is the only thing I trust
It's not my
fault I was born black and into proverty
In a city cold and void of mercy
fault I was born black and into proverty
In a city cold and void of mercy
I stare into
the mirror and I don't like what I see
the mirror and I don't like what I see
So
black and so distant oh lord is that me
Will I ever see my mother again,
black and so distant oh lord is that me
Will I ever see my mother again,
in heaven
she's flying free
she's flying free
Sometimes I dream of her
all dressed in white,
all dressed in white,
with beautiful white wings
so free
so free
The only women that always loved me
unconditionally
unconditionally
Maybe in God I should trust,
instead of the money I always lust
instead of the money I always lust
And maybe
there will be room in heaven for me, flying free
my mother and me
there will be room in heaven for me, flying free
my mother and me
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