I Doh Ave A Color Problem

i doan ave a colour problem
i si everyting in black
wen a walk a nite
i dohn si neon lite
an at crismus
nuttin fi mi tun white
i si every ting in black
black dungeons
holdin black bodies
to be sold for a price

i doan ave a colour problem
i come from a black womb
enter a black worl
fill wit black devils
doing everyting
black dat was bad...

in de blackess corner of my mind
i created nothing of color
my soul filled with devils
sowing seeds of ugliness
black magic castin shadows
of past pains
ugliness prevails black as sin
yet ...i entered a black flesh
dat concieved a black child
who was taught on a black slate
by way of a black board
i learnt about the the blackmarket
bodies sold on auction blocks
money sold for more than it's value

i doh ave a colour problem

bad luck
keep passin my way
by way of a black cat
so i write a letter an black mail it
black-listed for speaking
about the dark
continent
my mind like a sponge
absorbin
yet like a mirrow
reflectin
the rain clouds have covered the rainbow
i am the black sheep in my family

i doan have a colour problem
i see everything in black

i rememba dem tell mi
black is not a color
color is not black
Nat Cole was black
black make sense
black make no sense
no sense being black
not making sen......

a jus ave a black out.............

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