The color of my skin
The color of my skin is golden
I guess you could say I shine
once at the back of the bus sat my kind
until one of us had a dream
no not one of those uncontious things
An amazing thing
that lead us to greatness
that lead my people to freedom
it's nice to see how far we've come
from back then
way back when
before I was born
When my people were scorn
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