Letras
I see you staring in the mirror at the shade.
Wishing the color of your father would fade.
Who told you the Sun was better than the Moon?
Who told you the Night ended way too soon?
They put the poison in a pretty little jar.
Promising to make you a "Yellow Bone" star.
They say, "Scrub away the cocoa, scrub away the earth."
They want you to forget what your melanin is worth.
But listen to me closer, let me tell you what I see.
I see the beginning of all history.
You want to trade the Ebony for the Sand?
You want to erase the fingerprint of the Land?
Stop.
Look at the Sky when the stars come out to play.
They can only shine when the Sun goes away.
The darker the canvas, the brighter the paint.
Don't turn a Goddess... into a Saint.
They sell you the Cream to burn off the Night.
(Don't do it, Don't do it!)
But a Diamond is dark before it sees the Light.
Don't wash the Night away.
You are Midnight Gold.
You are the Story that the Ancients told.
Oh, my Ebony Queen...
You are the deepest thing I've ever seen.
I don't want the milk, I want the coffee bean.
I don't want the diluted, I want the pristine.
Your skin absorbs the light, it holds the heat.
A universe of magic, walking down the street.
Why would you bleach the Velvet to look like the Linen?
Baby, tell me, why are you sinning?
You are the soil where life begins to grow.
You are the Onyx, deeper than they know.
Perfection doesn't need a filter or a bleach.
You are the Star that is hardest to reach.
You want to trade the Ebony for the Sand?
You want to erase the fingerprint of the Land?
Stop.
Look at the Sky when the stars come out to play.
They can only shine when the Sun goes away.
The darker the canvas, the brighter the paint.
Don't turn a Goddess... into a Saint.
They sell you the Cream to burn off the Night.
(Don't do it, Don't do it!)
But a Diamond is dark before it sees the Light.
Don't wash the Night away.
You are Midnight Gold.
You are the Story that the Ancients told.
Oh, my Ebony Queen...
You are the deepest thing I've ever seen.
Burn the receipt.
Break the glass.
Let the "Yellow Bone" fever pass.
They want you to hate the skin you are in.
But I am in love with the Midnight Skin.
Black is Beautiful.
Black is Bold.
Black is the color of the hidden Gold.
Don't wash it away.
(Midnight Gold).
Don't scrub it away.
(Midnight Gold).
Let it shine, baby.
Dark skin. Deep skin. My skin.
The night is beautiful.