You call me nigga , but that's not my name.
You point me out in public tryin to put me to shame.
You call me colored, the hate you have within.
God is the artist of the color of my skin.
You try to separate me from the rest of the crowd,
But I keep standing strong and proud.
You say you hate Africans? You can't be my friend? I can't help it , God is
the artist of the color of my skin.
But let me educate you, take in as much as you can.
God not only created you , He created all man.
He made each of us to be the same.
So I ask who are you to call me out of my name?
If you have a problem with me talk to Him above.
Because regardless of the color of the my skin He showers me with love.
There's no difference between us, He loves us equally my friend.
I just hope and pray you come to realize my racist friend.......
that God is the artist of the color of my skin.
