[Dana Jackson]
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You make me feel like sunshine baby [x2]
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[Hook]
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When God made you, all my fantasies came true
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Through all the rain and pain, you stayed true
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Them hoes, you don't do what they do
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Pretty thing you a queen he made a lady, when God made you
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[Lil' O]
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When I was down who picked me up, through all my stress and strain
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Layed my head on her chest, and said confess your pain
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Wiped the tears from my eyes, when they fell like rain
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Then hugged me tight, and said life is like a test young mayn
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Pretty thing black queen, no other divine
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Angel sent from the heavens, sweet mother of mine
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Makes me wonder how this world, could take a mother of five
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And send her to the early death, when only love was her crime
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Got me yelling out, why cancer take her Lord
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But then I stopped, cause you taught us keep our faith in God
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But when I think how you suffered, damn it makes it hard
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At 39, you ain't 'pose to be in no graveyard
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Plus you worked so hard, for everything that you had
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Five kids from one man, never cheated on dad
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And even when times were bad, you always kept it hid
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Cause wasn't no sacrifice, too great for your kids see
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O]
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And lil' sis I reminisce, on the day you was born
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I picked you up in my arms, that's where I keep you from harm
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The only living thing I got, to remind me of mom
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So I'd die before I let you, fall victim to pourin'
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Or be a tramp, or a gold digger
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Be independent, don't be chasing after no nigga
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Cause if that playa really love you, he ain't gonna mind sharing his wealth
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And he'll respect you cause he know, that you can get it yourself
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And don't be fast with your ass, let him know that you a lady
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Don't be up in these streets, running round having babies
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And do your worthless boo'ing, always talk educated
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So they know you ain't no chickenhead, that's just overrated
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And know that only suckers, fall in love with hoes
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Be sexy but classy, keep on your clothes
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And these words from your bro, I thank God that you listen
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Cause you grew up to be a queen, when I see you ya glisten see
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O]
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I thank the Lord for you, after we made love last night
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Then I wrapped you in my arms, and I held you tight
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Then I thought about the times, I was living in hell
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Cause I couldn't hold you, cause I was locked up in jail
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But baby even in my cell, I had your face on the wall
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So the sun would always shine, even behind bars
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You made me realize, life is more than money and cars
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If I didn't have a penny, you'd still call me a star
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You make me wanna get my life right, starting tonight
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And you ain't gon be baby mama, I'ma make you my wife
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When the average girl would cheat, you refused to act shife
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And when I make it you gon have, the baddest things in life
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Now how I look with a chickenhead, with collars on fleece
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When I got a jazzy queen, with three college degrees
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When I put it on your finger, I'ma be on my knees
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Girl you beautiful intelligent, you all that I need see
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[Hook x2]
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When God made you, all my fantasies came true [x6]
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When God Made You
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Lil' O |