American Skin Omari Hardwick (Ft. October London)

[Intro]
Don't you touch my people
Don't you touch my people

[Hook]
White man, black man, yellow man, red man
Fight back fellow man, yeah man til he can
Don't really care, hell no, what he said
All this shit that I saw, all the bloodshed
Then I went to war, I'm a veteran
I'ma tryna be more like a better more
Hands on the door, let me see 'em man
Dead on the floor in American skin

[Verse 1]
My momma had a dream like she was dr. King
Before I was a teen I could see some things
My poppa in the ring always fighting
When the bеll go "Ding" I can be some things
I can feel the changе, I felt a little strange
But I can rearrange, make 'em the same
Make 'em crack a smile every time they feel the pain
All I need to get by meet the Mary Jane
I was born on the side where the village spray
Black gun, white hand gets you blown away
But black gun, black hand, it can do the same
Pills, grams, and the yams be the same way
Got a book from my old man the other day
This book sat by the door, turned the other way
Every word that I took found a way to pray
Then I die from a look on my birthday