Kin

I walk down the street and see your black skin
and know that we are african kin

Stolen from our home of freedom and prosperity
Brought to a land where our rituals were barbarity

Worked over by the caucasian race
beaten, bruised and disgraced

Once freed, we really weren't
because we were recurrently discrimenated and emotionally burnt

Made fools of by corporations
where we suffered cultural castration

Labled drug-dealers and hoes
then told to act as those roles in shows

You are my kin
So stand tall and have thick skin

Don't you bow your head down once you're looked down at
but look back and fight the battle

Stand up tall because you're my kin
because beauty is in the eye of the beholder and beauty is your skin