Pigment
MY SKIN,
ALL THE PLACES I HAVE BEEN
DADDY WAS A SLAVE
THE SWEAT AND BLOOD HE GAVE
TODAY I AM SURE HE TURNS ON HIS GRAVE
... POVERTY CAME TO MY LIFE LIKE A WAVE
DESTROY'D MY HOME, HOPES
I TIE MY NECK WITH POISON AND COMMON ROPES
IS IT REALLY A CHOICE? DO I HAVE A CHOICE?
WILL YOU LISTEN TO MY VOICE...
OR WILL U SEE MY SKIN
THE WORLD CONTINUES TO SPIN
HATE THE BODY I AM IN
IS BIENG BLACK A SIN
MY SKIN,.. LORD HELP ME, MY SKIN!!!See More
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