What does color have to say?
Why does race have to come into play?
What did I do other than be born?
I guess you didn’t get that warn?
I’m no different than you or the guy from down the street?
My hair may be different and my lips may be bigger
But does that make me a black N**ger?
No, it does not and don’t look at me so
I didn’t come to rob you
I didn’t come to harm you
I didn’t come to embarrass you
I simply came to say hello
When the world looks at me, what do they see?
Am I just another black man even though Lincoln set us free
I am proud of my race
I’m proud of my culture
Praise God for who I am!
I love that I am black
I love that my lips are big
I love that I have nappy hair
I love that most people look at me and don’t care
It’s not 1960
But yet it’s 2010
I’m proud to be black and I will not run
My ancestors said “we shall overcome”
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