Black ink of a black man I wonder when colors became racist they say where part of a greater plan a million people with a billion faces the case is not on the surface, it's underneath it I can't washout my darkness a million skeletons in my closet what is trust if you second guess the people you hold closest. I'll sail the sky tonight open your eyes & see the light black ink of a black man a slave with a story to write. We can all make it. The world is ours.