� Am I black in love for you? I don't talk the way you do. You call me names and try to hurt me, spit on the ground hoping to curse me. They say blood is thicker than water, but you look like my great-grandfather. Walk by, suck teeth, I'm not black in love for you. Am I black in love for you? You call back out a stranger too. Turning your eyes like you don't see me. You won't speak if it's a Sunday. Lines erased with blood and water, who's to say I'm not your lost daughter? Turn the other cheek, tell I'm black in love for you. In Harlem, everybody, it was all love. Whether you were African, or African-American from here, or you was from the South, it was always love. It was like, you my brother. This is like a mecca of black people and black history. Am I black in love for you? They could shoot my children too. It don't matter how you see me, we still running like the old days. Even if I'm not from here, green cards don't save you. I still look just like your mama. Hands up, don't shoot. Blacker than you, blacker than me. Blacker than you, blacker than me. Yeah, you my darling, true. More than me, so true. Blacker than you, blacker than me. Blacker than you, blacker than me. Blacker than you, blacker than me. Blacker than you, blacker than me. Blacker than you, blacker than me. Blacker than you, blacker than me.