It ain't a crime to be born fair skinned.

It ain't a crime if you grinned when a black boy sinned.

It ain't a crime if you try to taste a woman as fine as wine.

It ain't a crime if you are made this way by design.

It ain't a crime to be born fair skinned.

Where you get to hide your sins in the lights so dimmed.

I don't hate those who feared and caused my brothers, cousins, sisters and fathers to disappear.

I ain't gonna hate on those born with white skin.

Because they ain't have a choice to be born as one different within.

I won't shed tears for those who chose to live in the abyss.

Because it ain't a crime to be a hypocrite.

Yet, it is a crime to kill those who chose to resist.

It's a crime to say that I don't need to reminisce.

To say that my fair skin is the ticket to commit.

I refuse to hate those born with less melanin,

Even if it's the reason one must run on adrenaline.

To the feminine, gentlemen, and genuine you cannot continue to cry over a skeleton.

It's no longer on the specimen or the intelligence that is deemed so irrelevant.  

Because It ain't a crime to be born with the idea that it's the motion for medicine.

The white man's crime ain't a lie so easily dyed.

Yet, it's not a crime that just they live by.

The white man's crime is their ability to deny,

What is rightfully aligned to those who have signified and survived.

The crime is the demise of those who divide, deprive, disguise, describe, and define the design that caused the decline.

It ain't a crime to be born fair skinned.

Yet, it is the white man's crime to refuse to revive the smile of all those in denial,

For what they can achieve will inspire.