Skin
The Afro-Métis Nation
GENRE
That baby's too dark - to pass for our kin
Too dark - see the colour of that skin
That baby gone - to my eyes gotta say bye - that baby gone
That baby’s too dark to pass for our kin
Too dark - when I see him I see my sin
That baby gone - it's not right can't sleep at night - my baby gone
Where’s the child fit in? Where's the child fit in? Where's the child fit in? With this colour of skin
Not enough light in that skin for white
Not enough light, that child just ain't right
He gotta move on, walk away walk on move on
Not enough light in this skin for white
Call him a mongrel, gotta learn how to fight Better move on, walk away walk on move on
Where does he fit in? Where does he fit in? Where does he fit in? With his colour of skin
[Chanting]
An orphan of the sun
Adopted by the wind
I'm the tint of wine that should not be a sin
But I move on, I walk away, walk on, I move on I move on, Oh...
Where do I fit in? Where do I fit in? Where do I fit in?
With this colour of skin
Where do you fit on?
Where do you fit in?
With your beautiful beautiful
Skin
They call me high yellow They call me indigo They call me caramel They call me mulatto
Where do I fit in?
They call me buttery They call me octoroon They call me juju baby They call me macaroon
With this colour of skin
They call me an apple
They call me an oreo
They call me a banana
They call me half breed, oh no!
Where do I fit in?
They call me a muslim They call me arabic
They call me black panther They call me hispanic
Too dark - see the colour of that skin
That baby gone - to my eyes gotta say bye - that baby gone
That baby’s too dark to pass for our kin
Too dark - when I see him I see my sin
That baby gone - it's not right can't sleep at night - my baby gone
Where’s the child fit in? Where's the child fit in? Where's the child fit in? With this colour of skin
Not enough light in that skin for white
Not enough light, that child just ain't right
He gotta move on, walk away walk on move on
Not enough light in this skin for white
Call him a mongrel, gotta learn how to fight Better move on, walk away walk on move on
Where does he fit in? Where does he fit in? Where does he fit in? With his colour of skin
[Chanting]
An orphan of the sun
Adopted by the wind
I'm the tint of wine that should not be a sin
But I move on, I walk away, walk on, I move on I move on, Oh...
Where do I fit in? Where do I fit in? Where do I fit in?
With this colour of skin
Where do you fit on?
Where do you fit in?
With your beautiful beautiful
Skin
They call me high yellow They call me indigo They call me caramel They call me mulatto
Where do I fit in?
They call me buttery They call me octoroon They call me juju baby They call me macaroon
With this colour of skin
They call me an apple
They call me an oreo
They call me a banana
They call me half breed, oh no!
Where do I fit in?
They call me a muslim They call me arabic
They call me black panther They call me hispanic
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