| It’s like the more you know the more you sew
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| Feels heavy cause im back to life carried that weight in gold
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| Before I knew anything I was told, I’m black
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| So be prepared for what the future holds
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| In fact, my skin color conveys a different tone than that
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| Hispanic (?) depends on where I’m at
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| One thing that took permanence he ain’t caucasian
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| Or one of his parents was he favors his side and embraced 'em
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| Kind of embarrassing not knowing a part of your heritage
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| Something about Scottish and Polish and the brits to america
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| But I ain’t ever had a chance to sit and discuss
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| With moms pops cause even half black was too much
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| And when I finally got to meet em
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| Saw (?) in 'em
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| Hatred’ll eat you see he apologized (?)
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| But there’s pieces of me that went with him to the grave (?)
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| Go ahead and color me not into digging that up
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| See we’re defined by our percentages categorized by pigment
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| Associated by culture are you black or white enough?
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| Brown, Yellow, Red, up the snuff enough, circle one
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| Bet you DNA would rather trail you back to one, Africa
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| Man Woman in the garden cradle of humanity
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| Made in the image of God, first to see the sun
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| We still playin' like the kings’ll never come
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| Drawin' lines in the dirt forgettin' that’s where we from
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| There’s so much more than I
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| Then what you see in me
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| It’s deeper
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| It’s deeper
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| Deeper, it’s deep
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| My children have inquisitive questions about race relations
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| Like, «Where's the daddies of my brown friends?»
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| «I wanna be more like my white friends»
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| «They got everything, look and everything they fathers gave 'em»
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| Now I’m killin' (?) times I’m complicated
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| Scratch that, I’m killing ignorance don’t complicate it
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| When they express their interest in having that conversation
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| As responsibly as I can I have to educate them
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| We talk about love for all
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| We talk about oppression of some
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| We talk of redemption in one
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| We talk of privileges, s-systemic benefits
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| And the agendas in which they come from son
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| Being the persuasion of none shun
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| Propaganda pitted to paint people as a lump sum
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| Don’t jump guns
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| Cause young dumb unspun
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| Is all the wise so we know the times
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| Through these open eyes let the hope inside
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| Guide the orphan come understand
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| There’s so much more than I
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| Then what you see in me
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| It’s deeper
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| It’s deeper
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| Deeper, it’s deep
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| It’s deeper
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| Deeper, it’s deep |