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Born Sinner lyrics by B.A Badd

Yo, uh, my skin is my sin

We are born sinners, made from the soil
And the likeness of the Lord’s image
Big head scientist in the kitchen with that white whip
It’s ironic how that white product got us all in prison

Every drill I ever went on was to kill niggas
Every drill you ever went on was to kill niggas
But when a white man do it, tell me, if it’s a big difference
War with the man up in the mirror

They instilled in us by ancestors, prisoners of war, and it still exists
They convinced us, Lincoln freed us, and he endеd racism
Both lines are black leathеr with a red tan
40 count, kick back, like Rob Van Dam

How the hell they exiled us in our own lands
Blue, black, Indian, red
We the same man
Until we get on cold with each other and the game plan

We gonna keep begging for a seat with our own hands
Damn
Bad
Damn

100 years later
The Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty
In the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity
100 years later

The Negro is still languished in the corners of American society
And finds himself in exile in his own land
This momentous decree came
As a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves

Who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice
It came as a joyous daybreak
To end the long night of their captivityaptivity