Vs1 Under this bright melanin hue With my thick lipped roots from yester years true Soaked in history’s shame of fools My legs are like buttress roots Dug deeper in my mother’s jewels Under these stubborn strands of hair And well-rounded shaped pears Over flowing with nature’s stares Chorus I bleed red too I bleed red too I bleed red too I bleed red too Vs2 My hips may tell of a different show Curved in pure granite gold Heated under the finest stove To you I come from history’s secrets To me I was born in the King’s sheets Whether I was beaten or bred among royalty Chorus I bleed red too I bleed red too I bleed red too I bleed red too From one race we come I bleed red internally I bleed red outwardly I bleed red proudly