Brown skinned momma has to bring home all the pay checks.
Her man is gone and the babies need a home.
Now the money's gone so she sells herself for cocaine.
Another baby comes, got to dump it in the trash can.
But that's just a slice
Of ever lovin' life
Not justice.
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Now when the young man goes and fights for life and country,
And leaves his love and his baby back at home.
He kills a child at the village by the river.
Loves a girl but then he leaves her in the rice fields.
But that's just a slice
Of ever lovin' life
Not justice.
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When the liers go and get themselves elected,
And they take an office like a prize upon a throne.
The money slips in right underneath the table
To grease the wheels that roll on over us below.
But that's just a slice
Of ever lovin' life,
Just a bitter slice
In this ever lovin' life
But not justice.
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