KRS-One Lyrics

Album: Return of the Boom Bap

Brown Skin Woman Lyrics

Verse One: 

After seven years of rockin' 

How do you rate me? 

Poorly or greatly? 

Everybody seems to be goin' for their's lately 

Yo mad heads be needin' money 

So listen very close as I conduct this little study 

See it's funny to me you can watch TV 

And give up your life trying to be all you can be 

In the Army 

Not knowin' your history 

You either fight and die or come back home in misery 

Yo get with me, I deal with reality 

Loosen your mind to the truth, and don't get mad at me 

No politican can give you peace 

If you trust Jesus, why do you vote for a beast? 

Emancipation is long over due 

So overcome procrastination 

Because freedom is within you 

For some reason we think we're free 

So we'll never be 

Because we haven't recognized slavery 

You're still a slave, look at how you behave 

Debatin' on where and when and how and what Massa gave 

You wanna know how we screwed up from the beginning? 

We accepted our opressor's religion 

So in the case of slavery it ain't hard 

Because it's right in the eyes of THEIR God 

Where is our God, the God that represents us? 

The God that looks like me, the God that I can trust? 

A God of peace and love, not mass hysteria 

I don't want a God that blesses America 

I could never really vote for the devil 

Let me take you to a higher level... 


Verse Two: 

Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there 

Rip the title from off the front of the Bible, God don't live there 

Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries 

Picture the Pope and the Vatican, laughing and drinking and singing and 

Kissing me 

I stand with God whether I'm paid or whether I'm cryin' broke 

I like to ask these politicans would Jesus vote? 

The way we view God is a freakin' shame 

Church is to blame 

We trust God, but bomb Hussein 

We simply lovin' the scripture 

Same scripture that whipped 'cha 

Sooner it'll hit 'cha 

Religion's gettin' richer 

With that European version of Christ made into a picture 

Our society's gettin' sicker, and sicker, and sicker... 

Like liquor, we are God-Intoxicated 

Not to the true God, but the one the government created 

The same governments tellin' people to vote 

I pray to God because the people have lost hope 

You either vote for the mumps or the measels 

Whether you vote for the lesser of two evils, you vote for evil 

Politics and God are not equal 

But the education if you don't guard, is really lethal 

People have more respect for a holy book 

Than they do for a cow on a meat hook 

Belivers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level 

But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils 

I pray to you for the light you might give them 

Mother make them know that you're livin' with them 

You begin them and end them in silence 

Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence 

I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican 

Have mercy Mother, cause I know that you're mad at them 

The White Jesus deceived us awhile ago 

And Pope Julius the Second paid Michaelangelo 

I know this happened in 1519 yet 

This is the image we can't seem to forget 

Vote for God, don't vote for the Devil 

Let me take you to a higher level...