Sakwa Franc

Black Skin is Not A disease

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.