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TOOK A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE TODAY

DOWN CRENSHAW, MANCHESTER, HOOPER AND VERNON.

WHERE BLACK LOVE WAS PREVALENT AND BURNING.

WHERE THE BLACKER THE BERRY THE SWEETER THE JUICE AND EVERYONE IN TOWN HAD A SWEET TOOTH.

WHERE THE TEXTURE OF YOUR MANE DIDN'T MATTER MORE THAN THE STEP IN YOUR GAME

YES WAY BACK WHEN BLACK LOVE WAS FOR US AND BY US CAUSE WE FELT THAT IF WE DIDN'T LOVE OURSELVES NO ONE ELSE WOULD.

BUT NOW IF YOU STILL DOWN MEMORY LANE YOU ALMOST HAVE TO PRAY THAT SOMEONE COULD OR EVEN WOULD LOVE YOU AND YOUR EVERYTHING.

BEING REJECTED BY YOUR OWN STINGS AND STEALS THE SONG THAT OUR GRANDPARENT'S HEART SANG

I JUST WANNA BE LOVED

WANT TO BE YOURS

WANT TO YEARN FOR YOU

MISS YOUR KISS... YOUR VOLUPTUOUS LIPS

SKIN OF CHOCOLATE AND BRASS

GOLDEN IN HUE... OH HOW I LOVE THE TASTE OF HONEY DEW

YES IN THE MORNING TIME WHEN I RISE

RUB YOUR HANDS THOUGHT MY KINKS AND FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN WITH THE RHYTHM IN WHICH MY HIPS SPEAK

OH THE LOVE BURNING ON THE AVENUES, BOULEVARDS AND STREETS

LOOK AT ME. AND JUST LOVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.