Black Peoples you look like God to me, Black Peoples you look like gods to me.

A tree produces fruit of it’s own seed, it’s why Jesus was Bronze,

Sweetest Fruit of His tree; resembling His Siblings, Adam and Eve.

Black Peoples you look like God to me, Black Peoples you look like gods to me.

Black Peoples are in every ethnicity, we birthed every color of human you see.

The darker the skin, the closer to the roots of the Tree.

There is no hate in Thee about who I be.

My complexion brings me closer to He, Whose image is me.

Black Peoples you look like God to me, Black Peoples you look like gods to me.

Black Peoples were the first to be created and conceived.

So beautiful that Egypt dripped our women in diamonds, gold, silver, jewels & rubies.

So regal that our men are the alpha symbol of God, protection and fertility.

So priceless that our history was stripped to make others feel worthy.

Black Peoples you look like God to me, Black Peoples you look like gods to me.

— L.K.D.–“