They say I’m cursed I say I’m chosen black like the night my soul is golden raised in the fire still I’m not broken skin ain’t ashamed it’s the word that’s spoken

They say I’m cursed I say I’m chosen black like the night my soul is golden raised in the fire still I’m not broken skin ain’t ashamed it’s the word that’s spoken

Could it be that I’m black whisper that it’s a sin the Mellon is a manuscript god wrote it in royal by design from the roots the the grin every kink is a crown a sermon from within they fear what they don’t know they call it a curse but I walk with the wisdom a prophet and a verse my history ain’T troma it’s power revers from pyramids to pulpits we always been first speak in young’s of ancestors rhythm and truth pain ain’t weakness it’s spiritual proof I’m forged in the image of the struggle and the youth still I rise like the sun with refined proof educated in the silence faded in grace with my complexion like a sacred space so when they ask why I shine in this here place being black ain’t a burden it’s the base

They say I’m cursed I say I’m chosen black like the night my soul is golden raised in the fire still I’m not broken skin ain’t ashamed it’s the word that’s spoken

They say I’m cursed I say I’m chosen black like the night my soul is golden raised in the fire still I’m not broken skin ain’t ashamed it’s the word that’s spoken