Mr. Brownskin - Akua Naru

Close your eyes for me

For a second

Sh, just for a second

Yeah, like that

Uh

Mr. Brownskin Brooklyn, brother, lover, best friend

Centuries hated for that ebony complexion

They answer no questions, I want some

Heart beatin' awful like that bass drum, prayin' the day come

where you came from, ancient as Abram

Holy water sacred as Jacob

Your eyes shine like the stars that over bed

sisters to the wounds

Brother to the night and when the lights on

You transcend the rhyme form

Uh, protagonist of this song

The world wrote you wrong, let me love you enough

To sing for you, dream of you, bang that Jodeci and fiend for you

Roam your inner globe until you moan along the blues scale

Promise I won’t tell, as bad as I wanna brag about you

Yell tones and chords unknown, unclothed

I transpose only when we alone, when we alone

Baby, your brown skin’s gold

You know I love to watch you shine

Baby, your brown skin’s gold

See your truth reflect inside my eyes

Uh, Southern is your walk like a down South drawl

Like a deep funk bassline brewin' between your thighs

Sinkin' Johnny Gill, oh my, sunken the key of life

Stevie see me and wonder why I get terrified

Teary-eyed, don’t know whether to run or rhyme, I see you

Black as the king in his prime, Chicago '65

The world claim color blind, play like you Busta Rhyme

I let you touch it until we manifest a ancient tribe

Even when you cross the line

My love is rough, take you to war, go to war for you at the same time

'Cause you are mine, divine,, heavy your heart like mine

When you walk by, wish I could press rewind and freeze frame you

pause and play you with my mind, I’m

Your sanctuary from the pain outside, huh

The most comfortable, lovable

Michelangelo’s David couldn’t fuck with you, uh

Baby, your brown skin’s gold

You know I love to watch you shine

Baby, your brown skin’s gold

See your truth reflect inside my eyes

Uh, for you

Feels so good to know that you’re loved by somebody so wonderful

Ooh, no more searching, no more searching the world

It’s all right, it’s all right, ooh

Let the record play Donny Hathaway

This is a song for you

I know the world wrote you wrong

Let me write you the right way

Let me phrase you the right way

Let me paint you

Mr. Brownskin

Let me write you the right way, yes

Let me phrase you, uh

Let me paint you, Mr. Brownskin

Uh, let the record play Donny Hathaway

'Cause this is a song for you, ah

For you, for you, for you

Mr. Brownskin, uh, uh

Uh

For you, uh, yes