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Daddy, how come there's no dolls that look like me in the shop?

My daughter she a princess

The world ain't slaughtering her skin yet

These kayne's have not become important to the kim's yet

But when she gets older they'll be brothers same colour

as her Pappa who will not be showing any sort of interest

Have mercy on my brothers yea

Disrespecting women who remind them of their mothers

Disrespecting women who remind them of their sisters

Disrespecting women who remind them of their cousins

Have mercy on my brothers

Everyone's entitled to their own taste

But every time you pricks make a

statement I can find a rival in my own race

I love all types a women

Variety is ok

But society will throw shade

So tell me who's fighting for the sisters then

When their brother keep on dissing them

Try and picture Justin as a little one

Daddy was around but I was raised by the women them

Nan, aunts, mummy

Black woman significance

So fuck you and your ignorance

When I was young I had Ashanti on my wall

And there was pictures of my family

in the front room with certificates

University graduates and good citizens

Baby keep doing you

Don't let the world ruin

No matter what they say you are beautiful

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