| Black is the color of my skin
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| But there is more of me to see within
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| Skins have played many tricks on me
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| Skins, yes, skins is what they see
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| But I am made with bones and skin like you
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| Doin' hopin' for the same things you do
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| For justice, peace and a place on earth
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| For life existence and what it’s worth
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| So stop playin' your skin tricks on me
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| If my skin ain’t free neither will we be
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| Stop playin' your skin tricks I say
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| Tomorrow is a brand new day
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| For every skin that’s here on earth
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| Came to existence through a child’s birth
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| The blood that molds is always red
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| Life continues even when skin is dead
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| Skin for you, skins for me
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| When skins are black and in slavery
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| No skin can truly say it’s free
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| So stop playin' your skin tricks on me
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| There is much more of me to see
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| Stop playin' that skin trick I say
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| Tomorrow is a brand new day
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| Open your eyes and be wise
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| Take you awake and realize
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| Life is blood we all possess
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| Blood is where life existence rest
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| The blood that molds is always red
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| Life continues even when skin is dead
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| Skin is black, skin is white
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| We live through the day
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| We live through the night
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| Skin is black, skin is white
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| The color of skin is not the right to might
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| So stop playin' that skin trick on me
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| There is much more of me to see
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| Stop playin' that skin trick I say
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| Tomorrow is a brand new day |