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von Sleepy's Theme

At age 18 she was out on her own
Without a place that she can call her home
Moving here and there with niggas she barely knew
Had to think of something real soon
She went to a spot on old Peachtree
Desperate for money, nervous as can be
She got dressed, a man asked her her name
She said it was Terry, but called her Black Cherry

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Just a baby nearly grown
But she can barely make it on her own
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When she would go downstairs, girls would talk shit
Smoking cigarettes and saying, "Let who′s the lick?"
Well I don't blame them, gotta get yours some way
To deal with these niggas out here today
Some turn to weed, some turn to blow
Some do things you would never know
I hope somebody talks to Terry quick
′Cause black queens don't have to take this shit

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Just a baby nearly grown
But she can barely make it on her own
Right on
Right on
Just a baby nearly grown
But she can barely make it on her own
Right on
Right on

Just a baby nearly grown
But she can barely make it on her own
Right on