On the six strings of musical guitar
A song has been heard, harps have been played
Great minds have discussed, smart ears have listened
Lips with wisdom have spoken , mics have maginified this song
I can change my language but not my skin , I was born black
Black Skin is not a disease not a cloth that I can change
My ancestors were black our soils are black so I am black
My DNA is black only red blood runs in my black Skin
Why hate me when love knows no any boundary
I didn\'t choose this skin it\'s a great gift from the Maker
I know my origin you should know yours
If today we were all to go home
On the gates of entrance and in the land of hope
Yes, Garden of Eden is our origin
Why hate me when we have same origin
A wound in my black Skin continues to fester
All antidotes of racism are spent
A black Skin is now a disease on the white lips
My skin is my judge on the table of civilizations
All my ideas are rejected
A mind that can\'t think it\'s still in darkness
With black Skin you will know a man am supposed to be
My people cry they have believed a lie of unworthiness
A black man should have filters in his ears
White injections have been made to rob us our identity
Light is still shining
I can change my tune with vocals but not my skin
In the mind of Great Architect I existed as Black
A black ink drew my identity on black land
Let no one cause me trouble.