Yo, uh, my skin is my sin

We are born sinners, made from the soil

And the likeness of the Lord's image

Big head scientist in the kitchen with that white whip

It's ironic how that white product got us all in prison

Every drill I ever went on was to kill ****

Every drill you ever went on was to kill ****

But when a white man do it, tell me, if it's a big difference

War with the man up in the mirror

They instilled in us by ancestors, prisoners of war, and it still exists

They convinced us, Lincoln freed us, and he ended racism

Both lines are black leather with a red tan

40 count, kick back, like Rob Van Dam

How the hell they exiled us in our own lands

Blue, black, Indian, red

We the same man

Until we get on cold with each other and the game plan

We gonna keep begging for a seat with our own hands

Damn

Bad

Damn

100 years later

The Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty

In the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity

100 years later

The Negro is still languished in the corners of American society

And finds himself in exile in his own land

This momentous decree came

As a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves

Who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice

It came as a joyous daybreak

To end the long night of their captivityaptivity