The trouble with blackness 
is that it never hides 
they see you coming 
long before you arrive 
.....Somehow they smelled you 
Or tasted you on the air 
And your secret was out 
before you even knew you had one 
But quickly, they locked it away 
Then cunningly stole your station 
Denying you the knowledge of 
.....The birth of a nation 

The trouble with blackness 
is that it's not loved 
gleaming in the sun 
ebony gold 
reminds everyone 
that we were bought and sold 
hung from trees 
burned at the stake 
our blackness 
reminds them of their hate 
we built great civilizations 
God's first creation 
our blood, sweat, and agony 
birth this nation!!