Why do they assume I am wrong because of my skin
No matter race we all commit sins
Every race accommodates each other like a worker and his safety pin
I am black but I am not bad
Every cop should not assume I’ve gone mad
I did not pick my skin for it was handed down from my mother and my dad
Too many of us hate on our fellow ancestors
When they were our past commanders
So we should not hate on our African inspectors
Once again I say we are all one
Away with the violence and guns
Instead of being confused we should look to other way of the sun
There the Nile River and our old kingdoms run