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Lawdy lawdy, why you make me...
..black?
Why did You make someone the world wants to hold back?
Black is color of dirty clothes, the color of grimy hands and feet
Black is the color of darkness, the color of tire-beaten streets.
Why did You give thick lips, a broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did You make someone who receives the hated stare?
Black is the color of the bruised eye when someone gets hurt.
Black is the color of darkness, black is the color of dirt.
How come my bone structure's so thick, my hips and cheeks are high?
How come my eyes are brown and not the color of daylight sky?
Why do people think I'm useless? How come I feel so used?
Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused?
Lord I just don't understand. What is it about my skin?
Why do some people want to hate me and not know the person within?
Black is what people are "Listed" when others want to keep them away.
Black is the color of shadows cast. Black is the end of the day.
Lord you know my own people mistreat me and I know this just ain't
right.
They don't like my hair. They say I'm too dark or too light.
Lord, don't You think it's time for You to make a change?
Why don't You re-do creation and make everyone the same?
<font size="5"><b>And the Lord answered:</b></font>
Why did I make you black?
So people would know from whom to buy crack.
So you would drive a Lincoln but live in a shack.
Black is the color of fresh canine feces,
Black warns the world that you're a fucking useless species.
I made your hair kinky, and stinky, and thick,
Just like the fuzz on a buffalo's dick.
I colored your skin to absorb any light,
So when you rape, rob, and kill
You can flee in the night.
I placed you on Earth so the white folk could tell,
They'd better not sin 'cause you fuckers run Hell.
The End.
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