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Written and Performed by Boonaa Mohammed & OrthodAkhs Sounds
Directed by Adrian King
Vocal only Production by Ilyas Mao
Editor: NSR_V_Editor

LYRICS
Verse 1:
They tell me Brother don’t rap, you sound to black
Fool I am black and Muslim that’s a fact
melanins like a sin to these men and they kin
Brown like cinnamon, killing dem with these synonyms

Rarrr, here we go again, black male getting black mailed, cycle never ends
And don’t you pretend that I am your friend
But behind closed doors, I’m your Abd, try again
Ha, you brothers really kill me, talking 1 ummah, but you don’t even see me,
Or greet me, try and send you peace, you don’t repeat
Please when I speak, I’m a Muslim believe me

And no I’m not a convert, we was into Hijra when you was into idols
I don’t need your permission to believe,
In this Deen, we don’t preach the superiority
Of a colour only creed and your deeds
If you read you would see and agree unity is the key
We are one body, a sum of its parts
And I’d rather have black skin than a black heart

Verse 2:
Well Black and Muslim huh?
Such a phenomenon,
Must be common law,
Treated differently in all the mosques,
Or should I call them masajid,
Singled out like masjid,
Y'all daughters are attracted like magnets,
Parents told y'all don't play with the black kids,
Y'all sell cigs, alcohol in hoods then count chips,
Having light skin, then Masha Allah, but the darker we get is it astagfirAllah?
Huh, Viewed as slaves until we speaking Arabi,
Then approached with open arms but done so carefully,
Man I need some answers please,
If we starving then let us eat,
The garbage we have to see,
No zakat for us blacks,
Claims that we're bad,
No trace or path,
Y'all have no isnaad,
Allahul mustaan,
Please speak on that,
Cuzz I'm trying to snatch,
Each and all yall hasanaat,
Huh, Killing us black Libyans too,
Claimed we're foreign mercenaries such a piteful move,
Just wanted blood shed and scars,
Play ya part,
I rather have black skin than a black heart

Verse 3:
Racism is a disease and it flows like the sea
Some of you is in denial trying to paddle up this creek
Why looking down on me, when we all came from tin,
Arrogance is the sunnah that you learned from Iblis

Facts coming, Son of a black woman
Stop Judging, focus on loving, your braids,
fades or waves it’s all the same,
Every face, shade or race don’t be ashamed

Think I came from slaves, I came from prophets
Kings and Queens, Mujahiddin and martyrs
Gave you scholars, from Timbuktu to Mansa Musa,
Malcolm too, respect these roots

Bleach my skin for who?
Fool, Black is beautiful man I thought you knew,
And every cuticle was designed by who?
Al Khalaq, Al Musawwir ain’t that the truth

And ain’t that the proof, for the hearts that are hard
And The Rusted and charred cause they far from Allah
And I’m Coming hard, telling you from the start
I’d rather have black skin than a black heart