They'll do the most
To look like sweet nothings you know,
That brown sugar must be up to something you know
They tasted our women without permission you know,
Toxicating them with milking our children you know,
They'll drown us in blood
So that we go missing you know,
To keep us from completing our mission you know.
We're too rich in color ain't it that simple you know?
To ever think that we can be as equal you know.....
- S Dot James