@thegypseetraveler's Review of Studio Be Art Museum - New Orleans

Some say the black of the better, the sweet of the juice. I say the dark of the flesh and the deep of the roots. I give a holler to my sister's own welfare. Two pockets, if don't nobody else care. And I know they like to beat you down a lot. When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot. So please, Don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive, but don't forget, girl, keep your hands And when he tells you you ain't nothing, don't believe