Things Deeper Than My Skin - Tall Black Guy, Ozay Moore

It’s like the more you know the more you sew

Feels heavy cause im back to life carried that weight in gold

Before I knew anything I was told, I’m black

So be prepared for what the future holds

In fact, my skin color conveys a different tone than that

Hispanic (?) depends on where I’m at

One thing that took permanence he ain’t caucasian

Or one of his parents was he favors his side and embraced 'em

Kind of embarrassing not knowing a part of your heritage

Something about Scottish and Polish and the brits to america

But I ain’t ever had a chance to sit and discuss

With moms pops cause even half black was too much

And when I finally got to meet em

Saw (?) in 'em

Hatred’ll eat you see he apologized (?)

But there’s pieces of me that went with him to the grave (?)

Go ahead and color me not into digging that up

See we’re defined by our percentages categorized by pigment

Associated by culture are you black or white enough?

Brown, Yellow, Red, up the snuff enough, circle one

Bet you DNA would rather trail you back to one, Africa

Man Woman in the garden cradle of humanity

Made in the image of God, first to see the sun

We still playin' like the kings’ll never come

Drawin' lines in the dirt forgettin' that’s where we from

There’s so much more than I

Then what you see in me

It’s deeper

It’s deeper

Deeper, it’s deep

My children have inquisitive questions about race relations

Like, «Where's the daddies of my brown friends?»

«I wanna be more like my white friends»

«They got everything, look and everything they fathers gave 'em»

Now I’m killin' (?) times I’m complicated

Scratch that, I’m killing ignorance don’t complicate it

When they express their interest in having that conversation

As responsibly as I can I have to educate them

We talk about love for all

We talk about oppression of some

We talk of redemption in one

We talk of privileges, s-systemic benefits

And the agendas in which they come from son

Being the persuasion of none shun

Propaganda pitted to paint people as a lump sum

Don’t jump guns

Cause young dumb unspun

Is all the wise so we know the times

Through these open eyes let the hope inside

Guide the orphan come understand

There’s so much more than I

Then what you see in me

It’s deeper

It’s deeper

Deeper, it’s deep

It’s deeper

Deeper, it’s deep