Chakkra Tara - Black Child lyrics

[Verse: Chakkra Tara] She cried out to her mother cause she ain't feel like her color was pretty to others Only 7 and already holds the thoughts of a woman with a broken state of her confidence And the harsh reality is she believe she ain't worth a bit And shes/ taken advantage of, day by day Always being looked down upon for the things that she say The way that she pray, the way that she speak And there's only so much that her soul can really take Even the light brights don't even like her Cause her skin is too dark, so there ain't no reason to play So she sit alone/ twisting her hair under a tree thinking bout If black birds that fly are ever really free Thinking bout the fact No one truly cares about she But as she got older, she understood, that this ain't the life She wanna leave under the hood, that nowhere in America will they treat you good She see girls that look like her, that put on make up to look lighter So that black boy can go like her, cause black boys don't like dark skin girls They say they too Angry and aggressive for they world But a lot of black boys that I met don't like light skins Because they stuck up with a look so frightening Man I don't get this generation anymore I just look away and shake my head at the floor This little black boys perception is out of place because his older Brother is a player picking up the pace the that his father now the youngin taken his place A form of masculinity or however it looks They use you and abuse you treat you as if your nothing And at the end she tells me because She's dark, she's unwanted But I told her she's unwanted cause they want what you are flaunting Your attitude your beauty and your color girl Be on it [Verse: Chakkra Tara] She cried out to her father Because the boys at school are just a bother They always in her face tryna holla like Hey girl you a lil vibrant thang Vibrant thang a vibrant thang Brown sugar empress with a big ole thang I never understood, why they come to me Fascinated by my look As if I'm lit up like a tree Always getting eyes from the girls darker than me Sometimes I wonder if the white kids, they rock with me Cause I'm closer to they shade, guess I'm close to being free But when she got older, she understood That this ain't the life she wanna live under the hood She didn't wanna have to question if her skin is good Or if the way she walk or talk isn't a proper look Darker women always shading her on how she look Cause her long hair is natural, must be Brazilian She done did it with her nails, must be a acrylic Eye brows on fleek it must be a fill in All this judgment around you everyone's a critic Even those who look like u hate u from a distance Its pretty sad that you hate me cause of my pigment when America would rather see us dead or in prison Appreciate this life that you given and all who in it Cause u only get one life one purpose one decision