My skin is brown and so was theirs.

Stories of Skittles bags and brushes 

for their coarse hairs. 

His skin was brown and now he's dead.

And people of America 

For that something must be said. 

Our skin is brown and still we rise. 

From the chains of slavery 

Oh how the time flies.

To the people whose skin is a beautiful brown,

Stand up, be proud

For no one can ever steal your crown.