The single black mother has been laid up in bed with a crackhead, drunk as fuck and she hasn't seen her children in three days... the ones that live with her, anyway.
The way you make me feel.
The single black mother was a loose child. She'd been fuckin' around since she was 12 and by the time she was 16 she got caught up.
The little black ho became something even worse, the single black mother.
The way you make me feel.
The single black mother is a waitress. She works nights and drinks and her children take care of her the best they can... the ones that live with her anyway.
When the single black mother does see her children, she yells at them and beats them and makes sure they know they are festering regrets.
The way you make me feel.
Her revolving door of boyfriends bring men that are increasingly evil.
They touch her children one by one.
Her children cry and the single black mother ignores them.
What? You've seen her in movies so you know that it's true.
The way you make me feel.
If the single black mother needs help, do not help her. Take her children away.
If the single black mother is depressed, do not help her. Take her children away.
If the single black mother is young and has never done this before and needs patience and understanding and guidance, do not help her. Take her children away.
Save her children before they become her and create more of her.
The way you make me feel.