My blood has a whole lot of black in it
My skin has a whole lot of black in it
My kin has a whole lot of black in em
No darkness in this blackness
Just beauty, spirit and love
My Kings are this color
My Queens are this color
My wings are this color
Located up above
You can't **** us
Immortal we are
Our words, our art, our treasures will
live
Our pride will live on
What a ride we've been on
The ties to our Homeland have been gone
Cut from the neck, we still cling to life
A King’s right
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
My blood has a whole lot of black in it
My skin has a whole lot of black in it
My kin has a whole lot of black in em
No darkness in this blackness
Just beauty, spirit and love
My Kings are this color
My Queens are this color
My wings are this color
Located up above
You can't **** us
Immortal we are
Our words, our art, our treasures will
live
Our pride will live on
What a ride we've been on
The ties to our Homeland have been gone
Cut from the neck, we still cling to life
A King’s right
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