E.M.J. (Alterboy Productions) - My People lyrics

I've always been my people and proud Bust out the womb wit' my fist in the clouds Ain't no beauty like black just ask the slave master But when I'm in the hood I'm like, "what happened?" Chi town, 79th street, my people roll up lookin' just Like me. Face same black, brim same flat Fist to my jaw rolled off with my cash Young black, young blood, young me Aye, ain't you heard we was Kings and Queens? Young black, young blood, young me Turns out my people been thieves and fiends Check the facts young African lover Greedy as the Europeans were our African brothers Putting shackles on each other for some exotic treasure My people sold my people to the hands of another And I wonder, ain't no telling, were the slaves more Sore at their buyers or their sellers. Huh But it is what it is, wouldn't make a difference If I had another skin Nope, that's way of our race, everybody been slaves To a similar face Yep, Black on Black, White on White If my people not my people then what people is mine? Revelation is the clue, people of every nation People of every hue. Crowd full of Cains Forgiven and grateful, and every people praise The only God who is true Hallelu, my people made new Forgave the hate any people gave to ‘em Hallelu, my people made new Believe in the Christ and my people is you My my, my people is you, my my, my people is you