| Ras Zeke Razul-Suttel USA My Skin, My Heart Why look at my skin and judge my heart. When I step into the place you judge from the start. I don't have to say a word for your judgement to begin. In these unfair cirumstances, How the hell can I win? I could be a thug or just maybe a nice guy. But you won't give me a chance to even try. It's really frustrating and sometimes I get mad. But in those quiet private moments, I only feel sad The Skin I'm In The skin i'm in is not a sin It lifts me up and makes me strong It gives me strength to carry on Although I've been told, but I know it's not true That my ebony glow makes me less than you The skin I'm in is not a sin So I search for the truth, to know where I've been I was once in Egypt and I strolled along the Nile I marched with Shaka Zula for just a little while I stood shoulder to shoulder with King Menelik as the Italians fled Adowa I went spear fishing in the Congo with a tribe called Yoruba The skin I'm in is not a sin It gives me strength to stand and fight To do no wrong to just do right I worked with Harriet Tubman on the underground railroad Leading my brothers and sisters to freedom in the bitter winter's cold I was down with the revolution that Nat Turner planned In South Hampton Virginia where the slave master lost his life by his own slave's hand I helped builded Tuskegee following Booker T's guide to the very last inch I studied real hard to become what W.E.B. Dubois called the talented tenth I went down to Birmingham to support Brother Martins non-violent stand But in New York I meet a brother named Malcom, who showed me how to be an upright conscious blackman So the skin you're in is not a sin When you're down for a righteous cause from beginning to the end
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