Conquistador by Deejay Reggae

I don’t really know what I’m looking for,
Beats-
brains-
A conquistador;
We could fight knights
And conquer the poor;
Keep the rich young
With old tongues,
Dior.
This is why I’m here,
What I’m looking for,
With that new money,
Feed that new poor;
In my old age
That’s what I’m fighting for,
Black face,
Could open up doors.
Yellow skins can get noticed- right;
Latino voices is the lead type.
White man-new man-no need to fight;
Black man not feared in the dark of night.
Pitch black-
That’s my new tone;
Matter of fact that’s my ring tone.
What they really wanna hear is men reason,
Right-
so they come to camps where men’s skin is night.
New skin,
Is that Angelou,
Where skin don’t matter,
It’s just how you do;
Where the sigh is heavy,
And that voice is rasp,
Gratitude for days,
No need to bash.
All men scared in the dark of night,
Universal instinct to fight or flight,
And what I really wanna know is what
I’m fighting for.
I am not my skin nor my hair
nor my hair nor,
not my skin nor my hair nor
my hair nor
I am not my skin nor my hair
Or

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