Black and brown
These African sounds
Color the Earth
With the stroke of history
Inspiring beauty and respect
But at best
Are we being our best?
Without a choice
We have the choice to use our colors and sounds
To rebound against the hate
To circumvent the illusion
Seen through the misty shades of America
So remove the spectacles
And look up into the stars
To find reflections of self
And ask yourself
Is my love for my people
Only a drop in this ocean of time
Or is my love for my people
A necessary state of mind?
And as we close our senses to senselessness
Let's open our minds to correspond to this moment of time
Listen to the African sounds that reverberate throughout history
Reminding us of the struggle
The pain, the colors, the sounds
That unify in rhythm
As our hearts beat to this syncopated tune
While under the same moon
That lights a path for us to love one another
Even in the darkness of life
We gotta stick together
We gotta be better
So ask yourself
Is my love for my people
Only a drop in this ocean of time
Or is my love for my people
A necessary state of mind?
By choice and by force
We are colored
By the African sound