My People

I've always been my people and proud
Bust out the womb wit’ my fist in the clouds
Ain't no beauty like black just ask the slave master
But when I'm in the hood I'm like, "what happened?"

Chi town, 79th street, my people roll up lookin’ just
Like me. Face same black, brim same flat
Fist to my jaw rolled off with my cash
Young black, young blood, young me
Aye, ain't you heard we was Kings and Queens?
Young black, young blood, young me
Turns out my people been thieves and fiends

Check the facts young African lover
Greedy as the Europeans were our African brothers
Putting shackles on each other for some exotic treasure
My people sold my people to the hands of another
And I wonder, ain't no telling, were the slaves more
Sore at their buyers or their sellers. Huh
But it is what it is, wouldn't make a difference
If I had another skin
Nope, that's way of our race, everybody been slaves
To a similar face
Yep, Black on Black, White on White
If my people not my people then what people is mine?

Revelation is the clue, people of every nation
People of every hue. Crowd full of Cains
Forgiven and grateful, and every people praise
The only God who is true

Hallelu, my people made new
Forgave the hate any people gave to ‘em
Hallelu, my people made new
Believe in the Christ and my people is you
My my, my people is you, my my, my people is you