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POWER OF MY SKIN


Stand still hands up so scared of your skin it's making me FUCK UP!

To dark to be normal, your predators i should arrest you for being tough 

NO ! I should arrest you for your BRAVERY, FREEDOM, you don't have the right!

You can't look at me, SPEAK MY LANGUAGE, YOU CAN'T HOLD MY DAUGHTER HAND TIGHT

I think the world is reckless with you in it, maybe we should get rid of you its going to be alright 

Laughing at the tv, you think you SMART, PRETTY, INTELLIGENT, you think you got the right to be fine

you can PROTEST, you can speak but we DON'T HEAR YOU! YOU DON'T MATTER 

Well..... Sir I'm BEAUTIFUL, SMART, INTELLIGENT.  You took our power away and now were back

Insulting my skin because you hurt, your hate for African- Americans will never Lack 

We helped you it's okayyy, WE BUILT, WE CREATED, WE GOT THE NAME

YOUR MAD because we still standing, and you couldn't take something you stoled 

YOUR MAD  US FEEL LIKE NOTHING, AFRAID, ALONE, YOU MADE US BE IN LINE

YOU TOOK OUR ANCESTORS, YOU KILLED MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, YOU TOOK TIME

you feared my skin

So now i sit back, and we create music and rhyme

YOUR MAD, because we will never disappear, we will always stay in the picture, we will always shine

and for that we will be BIG because MY SKIN AND MYSELF WILL ALWAYS RISE  

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