Pro Black

High yellow, red bone, caramel or dark skin,

It don’t matter your complexion I want all my folks to win.

Being black is an honor so I rock my roots like a badge,

Yeah they’ll call us niggas but turn around and steal our style and swag.

Were the strongest race alive, we’ve overcome a lot of shit,

Being tortured, enslaved, and raped, who knew people could be so sick.

They can’t take our resilience so they try to hold us back,

Then holler words like “fearful and intimidated” to excuse their hateful attacks.

But we still manage to walk around with a smile and a high head,

We’ll never give them the satisfaction, were doing this for the ancestors that’s dead.

So don’t hate me for my power, my culture, and the melanin that you lack,

If I had to choose between them or us I’ll always choose Pro Black.