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Osinachi Nwaneri
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Kingsley Chimaloke Okafor
Songwriter
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Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown skinned
Once I knew that - that's when I found him
They'll say they love you
They strung him up too
They want his blood
He was Black
He's the Son
Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown-skinned
If they knew, I wonder if they'd have crowned him
Traveled to lands to tell people they found him
Baptized the savior, or round the others and drown them
Eve was a black woman, mother of nations
Her DNA carries all gene variation
So black girl magic is scientifically accurate
The browner the skin, the more the immaculate
Maybe religion just controls our decisions
When ya oppressor kill ya, all you do is forgive'm
We read The Good Book wrong, left us disabled
See God tore up the earth, and Jesus was flipping tables
You show up at work, get pennies for all your labors
Then try to tithe away racism and bad behaviors
Can't relate to a white god, or pray
They still crucify black men today
What that say
Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown skinned
Once I knew that - that's when I found him
They'll say they love you
They strung him up too
They want his blood
He was Black
He's the Son
Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown skinned
Once I knew that - that's when I found him
They'll say they love you
They strung him up too
They want his blood
He was Black
He's the Son
He was one of us
What would you do for your maker
The Puritans and Quakers
Chained black bodies and sold them off to Jamaica
The Spaniards invaded everybody for Catholicism
Killed every native and they said it was through God's wisdom
Then there were Crusades, they fought for who stays
In Jerusalem, Muslim or Christian, and who prays
Called us the Sons of Ham, to justify slaves
But saw slaves doing voodoo, and they would call them depraved
Or superstitious - or maybe witches
Beat it out of'em using whips and even switches
Convert us all to Christians, their God'll lift us
Our Bible talked of hope, their Bible talked of riches
Our preachers talked of freedom
Their preachers talked of ruling
I questioned everything, I did a little schooling
In Bible study, sat next to a white guy
He asked when I found God, I replied
Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown skinned
Once I knew that - that's when I found him
They'll say they love you
They strung him up too
They want his blood
He was Black
He's the Son
Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown skinned
Once I knew that - that's when I found him
They'll say they love you
They strung him up too
They want his blood
He was Black
He's the Son
He was one of us
He was one of us
He was one of us
Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown skinned
Once I knew that - that's when I found him
They'll say they love you
They strung him up too
They want his blood
He was Black
He's the Son
Jesus wasn't white
He was really brown skinned
Once I knew that - that's when I found him
They'll say they love you
They strung him up too
They want his blood
He was Black
He's the Son
He was one of us
Writer(s): Osinachi Nwaneri, Kingsley Okafor
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