God made me...
black
yeah, He didn't make me
whack
or weak
no, He made me
strong and deep
yeah, able to keep
going
yeah, even with...
not knowing it
all
yeah, to be black
is
to rise
with opened and closed
eyes
and, SUPRISE
I like the fact
that I am
black
yeah, even if...
i had no choice
in my skin
or
in my voice
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