Текст песни Black Rose - Ghetts , Kojey Radical

Daddy, how come there′s no dolls that look like me in the shop?
My daughter she a princess
The world ain't slaughtering her skin yet
These kayne′s have not become important to the kim's yet
But when she gets older they'll be brothers same colour
As her Pappa who will not be showing any sort of interest
Have mercy on my brothers yea
Disrespecting women who remind them of their mothers
Disrespecting women who remind them of their sisters
Disrespecting women who remind them of their cousins
Have mercy on my brothers
Everyone′s entitled to their own taste
But every time you pricks make a
Statement I can find a rival in my own race
I love all types a women
Variety is ok
But society will throw shade
So tell me who′s fighting for the sisters then
When their brother keep on dissing them
Try and picture Justin as a little one
Daddy was around but I was raised by the women them
Nan, aunts, mummy
Black woman significance
So fuck you and your ignorance
When I was young I had Ashanti on my wall
And there was pictures of my family
In the front room with certificates
University graduates and good citizens
Baby keep doing you
Don't let the world ruin
No matter what they say you are beautiful
Beauty′s in the eye of the beholder
And we don't know who is who
So who are they to slew when they slewing you?
Babe, you′re golden
So Golden
I need you golden
So Golden
I can cry those tears for you
Again
But just know I'll be there for you
To keep you golden
And they say sticks don′t break no bones
But their words might still hit home
Broke up bags on concrete stones
Look at all this is our soul
To keep your golden
So golden (so golden)
So golden (so golden)
I need you golden (so golden)
So golden (so golden)
Black rose
When you was doing light skin vs dark skin
Some was doing white skin vs our skin
Divided and conquered
Living but slightly unconscious
Killing each other minor (problems)
Do I define a monster
Cos my knife is longer
My left is weak but my right is stronger
What I really mean is my writings stronger
Should I wife a Kate or should I wife a Rhonda
I don't mind neither genre
Brothers back home using cake soap
I'm only caked up cos I make doe
We′re all try stay afloat in the same boat
But I′m trying to be the goat not scape goat
Are you aware of who I am
There's something called opinions and I really can′t escape those
Ewwwww his black and his ugly
Naaaahh I'm black and I′m lovely
Only god can judge me
This ones ones for my brothers that are lonely in this fuckaree
Coming home from school and your shadows your only company
Really I'm from Africa but I don′t know the country
I'm a lost man
Where the hell are my locks at
Got me looking at a dashiki like what's that
And still I′m jango to you house niggas
I get even with the Stevens in combat
Babe, you′re golden
So golden (so golden)
So golden (so golden)
I need you golden (so golden)
So golden (so golden)
So golden (so golden)
I can't cry those tears for you
Again
But just know that I′ll be there for you
To keep you golden