Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Black is the Color of my True Love's Hair

Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair

Oh I love my lover
and where he goes
yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
that the time will come
when he and I will be as one
when he and I will be as one

So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Amazing that you call Kayne West a genious. He is just another nigger we all try to help out of poverty to have them spit on us. White American is getting more than a little tired of trying to help you and treat you as equals when NONE, or very few of you actually deserve it. Shoting at planes coming in, looting every store in sight? Get with it black american because the day of giving up all hope for such a drug infested, moraly bankrupt race like the American Blacks have become. You want equal treatment? You want media to show you for who you are? Start doing some good so we can report it. City after city torn apart from niggers selling drugs, robbing our banks and stores, then crying on the way to jail that they are a victim of society. OMFG Im so tired of it. Time to take out the garbage america.

Brandon said...

Are you for real?