I close my eyes and dance
to a hypnotic beat
that Mother Earth decides to send my way today
Capricorn inside an Aquarian
I AM that you are
foreplay for the mind
Oh how sweet it is
The pulsating rhythm of Imagination
dances to a place of no today
tomorrow no time or space
Promise to Be
A goddess of never ending
gently guiding my footsteps
to that someday when Donny said
We'd all be free
and I hear Mama say
(Keep doin' what ya do)
My Father sayin'
(Keep doin' what ya do)
Somethin' inside me say
(Keep doin' what ya do)
Oh Brutha say it
(Keep doin' what ya do)
I hear ya Sistah say it
(Keep doin' what ya do)
Everybody say
(Keep doin' what ya do)
Thought I'd see my Self
when I decided to let you in
But you've become another kind of tear that I'm crying
One whose reflection is never shown - yet felt
kind of like a good sermon on a Sunday morning
where the Sistah's be shoutin' and dancin'
and folk be testifyin'
I've gone down to the river
and danced with the ghost
who've come to tempt my Soul
to question my reason for Love or not to Love
I've slow grind with uncovered pain and fear
Hustled with liberal minded
Electric slid in to the hands on the trigger
and fake smiles that say
"We don't see you Nigger!"
Time to get jazzy y'all - jazzy
Bwi ah boo wah
Babba bwi ah bwi ah boo wah
Bwi ah boo wah
So let's all go back to the time
when the rhythm was the Word that soothed and grooved
and the Word was spoken yet silently heard
A cool breeze sends my heart runnin'
to a rainbow of colors
where no one trips and my chocolate skin
doesn't evoke fear or offend
A place where we can play like a never ending symphony
whose movements are swift and flowing
like the fruits of the Earth used to be
Outstretched hands she cries
Dance! Sistah Brutha Dance ... Come on!
sing of the Love our peep's dreamed of
An ever loving plan, ya gotta understand
the one thing that makes us free