Six Pounds Of Skin

    Tell you a story, think you know something about.
In the days when this land was no more than a thinkers route.
You think the Indian and the white man were really getting along?
Hey.....a thanksgiving feast full of hope that seemed so strong.
But in truth, the white man desired something valued much, much more.

Handing out gifts to children with disease and remnants of their sores.
They cleansed the land through genocide and pride of venom's strand.
For three hundred fifty years glorious empires grew to stand.
On the strength of foreign slaves who cultivated land.
As God looked on with broken heart, His tears rained down on man.

I pray, glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Lord, Lord please let me in.
Help me to see, past the six pounds of skin.

Kings, Presidents, world leaders, along with radicals and Jews.
Heave words and deeds with accusations that bring protest from the pew.
Planes that fly like angels cause confusion right at freedoms door.
The eagle soars and fires lightning that helps to elevate the roar.
A fabric of the chemistry that burns in man, down to the core.

But war is not an answer, it can make a brave man cry.
It leaves mutilated bodies and children with no place to hide.
The separation of generations is the plight of liberating shoes.
Remember Jesus?
He cleansed the temple to make a house for all nations true.
As God looked on with broken heart, His tears rained down on you.

I pray, glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Lord, Lord please let me in.
Help me to see, past the six pounds of skin.

I hear it said that sticks and stones will break the bones and words will surely kill one too.
Ask the children dead and gone if you think these words untrue.
I bet you'll never find them until the day your debt comes due.
It's not what goes into your mouth cause we were made to chew.
It's what comes out that's so bitter, and really just plain crude.

Yellow, red, black or blue, it doesn't matter what's your hue.
All the colors of a rainbow were made like me and you.
I guess I can be guilty when things become unglued.
So quick to point a finger without having a just clue.
As God looks on with broken heart, His tears rain down me, too.

I pray, glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Lord, Lord please let me in.
Help me to see, past the six pounds of skin.

We're here for such a short life, and we waste it from the gate.
It's what we make with what we have that keeps us on the pace.
See your neighbor as he is and learn to love his place.
The sin that's rooted deep inside us can be moved like simple waste.
If one can look beyond the cover one can sit down for a taste.

Cause when you're dead and buried and your skin is all but gone.
You'll be looking like your neighbor right next door who lived life by the gun.
Spending time at judgments table for the life you chose to have.
By then it may be much to late for a soul that wants to grab..
As God looks on with broken heart, for the life you wish you had.

I pray, glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Lord, Lord please let me in.
And help me to see, past the six pounds of skin.