Brown Babies

I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
Brown is the color of my hair
Brown is the color of my lover boy’s stare
Color like a truffle with the hazelnut cream
Brown-skinned baby with the light-skinned dream
I was once told brown wasn’t pretty for a lady
Had a parasol ever since I was a baby
Mama, she would tell me stop playing in the sun
But I loved to play rough and that wasn’t no fun
My family from a region where the Spanish occupied
So my people light-skinned over there, here’s why
They mingled with the women, it was more like rape
So I got that Andalusia in my blood anyway
My cousins holla brown and they treat me real nice
'Cause they bronze and I’m 2−4 karat gold light
Philippine, Polynesian, Indonesian trace
But we all settled in from Africa anyway
That’s why you could travel all the way to my home
See a bunch of natives on the side of the road
Sippin' on that brown fire water in they palms
Just another loss of a brown-skinned god, ah
I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’mma keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’mma keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’mma keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
If brown is wrong, I don’t wanna be right
Jesus Christ, amen, I don’t wanna be white
But every hero to the story, why they gotta be white?
Think it’s time everybody stop being polite
Only speakin' on facts all over the news
Another brown man dead over motherfuckin' shoes
Laughin' to the bank while we murder our own
Is another form of brown population control
Open your eyes and maybe you’ll find
That we worshipped the sun since the beginning of time
And while these white girls tan in these black girls' beach
All my brown girls darker than a paper bag, preach
To the melanin-deficient, jealous how we livin'
Passin' on the hate to our children
Stay blessed when a girl come around
With her fist up, revolution, gotta stay brown
I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’m a brown-skinned lady with a brown-skinned baby
And I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’ll keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’mma keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’mma keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
I’mma keep makin' more, I’ll keep makin' more
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