Brown is my color it's deep and its dark; subtle with a spark. Not light or white.
So beautiful and bright that there could be no other.
It is also that of my mother. She gave this to me and for that I love her.
Rip my heart asunder if I ever doubt or wonder.
This is who I am until they put me under.
With this color comes pain.
Comes sun...winter...spring, summer and rain.
With this color comes pride, too great to keep inside.
Not small or quiet--a loud burning riot.
My color is resilient, my color is strong.
My color is a thin line between right and wrong.
They sing about it in many a song, we've come so far and its been so long.
Yet still we stand, we must carry on.
What a color to be, what a sight to see.
What a song to sing- let freedom ring.
Let freedom roam...surely it will find a home. A home in me, a home in you.
Not just those who wear the color blue.
Brown is my color, the color of my skin.
My color has so much peace that lies deep within.
Peace within is how we win.
And peace within is how we'll end, because peace within is how we begin.
Preaching! When you move in sin you'll never win.
Let me say it again; brown is my color from beginning to end.
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