Today, from the whip of slavery br On my back there is no weal br But the legacy, history and old days br They gripped my mind, prejudice to feel. br Cause I am born and grown black. br That is legitimate to think, br Cause back in time I remember, br What was done on the cost of Atlantic br Now, I didn’t want to believe br The cover of my face the color of my skin br Will held people back to know me from within br Because I learned to let go br And from the shackles of hatred I broke away free br Caring for every color, other people as I see br Mother Theresa. br br In networks of veins beneath our skin br I urged myself what is in there to see br A gushing red blood is what we all share br In the name of color, to hate, then why should we care? br Is it not enough, to have a common red color? br Entwining vessels form our entire whole br We breathe the same air, having same human soul br We all are red, under our black and white faces br Why so important, to hate, in the name of races. br br White, Black, green, brown and velvet br They are merely colors in a crayon set br So I am black … br Just like one stick of color from a crayon pack br So I am black...