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| My God, I'm black! Ain't that a fact? Out on the corner And sippin'! Out in the streets, Bottles in bags. Yeah -- just look at me! I'm sippin'! And now we're free; No thanks to the man! To do what we can -- I'm sippin'. I'll show him what (Just what I am)! I'm all I can be When sippin' . Sippin' from bags, Bottles or cans, Sippin' what I can; Love sippin'! Wasting my life, Yes -- for the MAN, 'Cause his booze is what I'm sippin'. From slavery To whips in cans, It's still all the same When sippin' . Lack of conscience Within a trap! Fading away From sippin'. Malt liquor dreams, Reality gap; The only right I have Is sippin' Wasting away; It's so sad That I give my money Fo' sippin'. I've lost my soul In paper bags! Don't care what they say; I'm sippin'. Boozin' buffoons Cruisin' the drag; Wish we were alive, Not sippin'. |
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