Skin Tone

Little jackie is a skinny, knot knee, brown sugar
Hopscotch Queen, don't you miss with this little girl

Mama got her clothes ironed out on the bed
Big purple beads dancing in the twist on her head

Mom love her
Dad love her
Grandma, sister and brother too

She love to read from cover to cover
Dancing star, you never knew

They told her, girl you can do anything
She didn't believe it

Cause couldn't see it
I know just what you thinking

She a child - Ain't noticing nothing
Well tell me how - she see that you fronting
Ask her to smile - but really want nothing
The magazine aile - ain't looking like her man

And she see that
She need nobody to tell her that she lack
Something to get her to be that
Bet that
She talking to grandma like that...

New school ain't for me
I tell by what I see
I thinking about wearing from weave
Changing my hair and somethings
Talk to mom bout it please

I don't to get teased
I don't want these ripped jeans
No showing my legs or my knees
You know what I mean?
How you don't know what I mean?
Open your eyes and you'll see?

The world is cold
And we out here on our on
Unless when get in the zone
So - I want to know
You never thought about changing your skin tone.

I'm loving your skin tone
I'm loving your skin tone
Baby they got it wrong
I know you feel all alone
And I wish I could jump through this song
Cause I'm in love with you skin Z
Baby don't get it wrong
Be in love with your skin tone

Baby you know where your skin come from
Kings and queens before London
They Dancing to the rhythm of our drum
Don't you dare hide from the sun

Oh because That's the beauty in your skin baby
Ohh I'm in love with your ebony
Your melanin is everything

And it's everywhere
Got enough to share
No it can't compare
Music, movies, and the clothes they wear -

Rock it like it's theirs
Lie and say is rere
Oh lord I declare
I love your skin tone

Yes, you didn't start with a lot
Yes, got a long way to go
But baby your mother is smart
And oh your father is strong
And maybe they will fall short
But you gotta let your seed grow
And if you ever cover it with bleach
Baby girl you'll never know

Ohhhh

Let me talk to my kin folks
We have to stop the lies
Willie Lynch - Jim crow
If ignorant we all die

Acceptance
Shouldn't come from complexion
My skin doesn't come with a question
Nor the curl on your head makes you less then
Especially from people I call kin

Darker it don't make you less smarter
Lighted it don't make you entitled
The house or the field - don't make you my revival

Now who is this white dude in your Bible
You've gone and made a Idol
First off his name is Joshua
Oh Lord this picture looks nothing like you

I guess Jesus is a nickname
Oh Lord this is a shame
That dread head is not dead he is alive that's the fame

So I am a ruler
My skin is the Suter
If I'm horn
The world is the tutor

Little Jackie if you didn't hear me I'm gonna say it again

I'm loving your skin tone
I'm in love with your melanin