you may hate me because im brown. br you may hate them because they're white br you may hate all the world's colors, but br you must realize that br there's no fight. br br you walk with such diligence br considering yourself so grand br but when you look at me br you compare me to the dirt br on which i stand. br br i will not cry nor will i scream or tell you br that you will reap br what you sorrow onto me. br instead i'll tell you what you br must hear br something about which many have shed br a tear. br br for years we have struggled. br for years we had to grind. br for too long we have searched br for what we need to find. br br now here it is before you, br but you are too blind to see it. br no matter. I shall set the candle br that needs to be lit. br br You may hate my brown. You may hate my black. br You think white is what br this world lacks. br But listen to me and listen well br for I have a secret to tell. br br this world in which we live br is of all colors with no locks. br Do you know why? br Well, the world is a crayon box! ! ! br br That's right, our world is a br crayon box; green for our grass br and red for hair locks. br Brown for me and white for you. br I told you my secret is true! br br Now that you know br I hope you understand br that it is both you and me br that color this land.