[Verse 1: Eshon Burgundy]
Racial reconciliation
My skin colour don't exclude me
My skin colour include me
Who me? I'm a part of the conversation
My children's Bible ain't had no pictures that look like me
So DMX was the pastor I used to console me
The Bible was written in truth but it was taught in error by those that never told me I could be holy, (Salute)
They hate on the Bible, still hating on the Bible
400 years later found out we in the Bible
They lied to the slaves and told them that we wasn't
Our skin dark like Jesus we resembled His brothers
Truth ain't covered, the cat's out the bag like Publix
Or a Jag underneath that plastic bag all smothered
My people perished for a lack of understanding
Tried to make us feel like we embarrassed and abandoned
But I know I'm royal flesh, I'm about to turn my hand in
My B.I.B.L.E tucked, look, I'm clutching lamb skin
Skin soiled up, my pigment the colour of trees
I'm God-given I don't belong in a prison, my breathing is different
I don't blow smoke, no weed in my system
Forever cooking up, I'm always leaving the kitchen
I'm forever looking up
My spirit mirror His image
My heart is grenade, baby I finna blow any minute
I'm from where I last repented
From where I asked for forgiveness
That's my old address, you got the holy key to enter
I don't know, all I know was I was on course to be a menace
Till that glow came on myself, from head to toe I'm reinvented
Reading scrolls, body full of holes, bleeding through my clothes
My church clothes got stained, from a past that was so profane
If I say I'm looking for angels, I ain't out here looking for wings
My president is black, 8 years, and still ain't nothing changed
Never trade a state official for a KING, that's the key
(that's the key, that's the key)
Racial reconciliation
My skin colour don't exclude me
My skin colour include me
Who me? I'm a part of the conversation
My children's Bible ain't had no pictures that look like me
So DMX was the pastor I used to console me
The Bible was written in truth but it was taught in error by those that never told me I could be holy, (Salute)
They hate on the Bible, still hating on the Bible
400 years later found out we in the Bible
They lied to the slaves and told them that we wasn't
Our skin dark like Jesus we resembled His brothers
Truth ain't covered, the cat's out the bag like Publix
Or a Jag underneath that plastic bag all smothered
My people perished for a lack of understanding
Tried to make us feel like we embarrassed and abandoned
But I know I'm royal flesh, I'm about to turn my hand in
My B.I.B.L.E tucked, look, I'm clutching lamb skin
Skin soiled up, my pigment the colour of trees
I'm God-given I don't belong in a prison, my breathing is different
I don't blow smoke, no weed in my system
Forever cooking up, I'm always leaving the kitchen
I'm forever looking up
My spirit mirror His image
My heart is grenade, baby I finna blow any minute
I'm from where I last repented
From where I asked for forgiveness
That's my old address, you got the holy key to enter
I don't know, all I know was I was on course to be a menace
Till that glow came on myself, from head to toe I'm reinvented
Reading scrolls, body full of holes, bleeding through my clothes
My church clothes got stained, from a past that was so profane
If I say I'm looking for angels, I ain't out here looking for wings
My president is black, 8 years, and still ain't nothing changed
Never trade a state official for a KING, that's the key
(that's the key, that's the key)
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