Lyrics

[Chorus]
Proud of my heritage
Proud of my skin tone
Man, I see myself every time we in the end zone
Proud of my blackness
Proud of this brown skin
What you know about me?
we can move mountains
From segregated fountains to gentrified houses
You want us To be quiet, we gonna scream the loudest
(Hook)
Whoa black power whoa black prowess
Black magic black powers
Whoa black power whoa black prowess
Black magic black powers

[verse]

You hate me cause I’m beautiful
Hate my gums, cause they black
My fingertips my cuticles
Man, what the fuck I do to you
It’s politics as usual
I’m used to you
Using me as a scapegoat
In a noose or a bow, it’s the same old hang rope
The same old hate tropes
Trying to blame me for everything
I’ve been framed and hanged
for being Slung and hung
Went from rags to riches
To be drugged and bugged
Right about the time when we was about to start moving on up
Yeah, I heard of tough love
But bruh, what the fuck
Went from being a slave
All those whips and chains
Now we paving the way
All these whips and chains
And I know I know I know a lot of us are wild
But there’s a whole lot more of us that made our ancestors, proud
Now look at this black excellence
They were scared of a black president
Our presence is heaven‘s gift
And if you let us cook, guaranteed to get a chefs kiss
Bitch!!!
How you did call us lazy while making billions of our backs
We made gourmet out of scraps
While y’all was taking naps
Who looked at all this brown skin and decided it was black
I love these brown eyes this melanin these peas in all these naps
Food for the soul hoe
now breathing in
You smell that?
That’s seasoning relax
Is this country races? The reality is this I’ll scream can we all get along while you’re beating me with sticks
Can we all get along shit? I won’t hold my breath.
Cause I’ll tell you, I can’t breathe why you kneeling on my chest
Shoot me at a traffic stop or sentenced me to death
So is this country racist Well, obviously yes.
So if you’re black in this country, you gotta be brave
And if your black in this country, you better behave
America land the free home of the slave

[Chorus]
Proud of my heritage
Proud of my skin tone
Man, I see myself every time we in the end zone
Proud of my blackness
Proud of this brown skin
What you know about me?
we can move mountains
From segregated fountains to gentrified houses
You want us To be quiet, we gonna scream the loudest
(Hook)
Whoa black power whoa black prowess
Black magic black powers
Whoa black power whoa black prowess
Black magic black powers