As we dance to a beat that seems out of time
To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind
Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange
Or causes you thinking to be re-arranged
Could it be that you would understand those beat to which we dance
More clearly had you been given the chance
So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet
Ask yourself............can you dance to my beat
Watch us get down to this groove with a afro-funk feel
While we get hiiiiigh to a rhythm with spiritual appeal
Expressions of freedom from the descendants of slaves
God gives us the strength for new horizons we must breathe
First bondage than mental now financially oppressed
With this beat we dance we know we’ve passed the test
So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet
Ask yourself............can you dance to my beat
The rhythm... rhythm... rhythm... is our power section.
The freedom we feel in our soul
We dance to learn those lessons,
As our story continues to unfold
Our beats, our words our melodies, our gifts
From the givers of those gifts,
We’re merely the terminals through which they have passed
So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet,
Ask yourself, can you really dance to my beat
To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind
Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange
Or causes you thinking to be re-arranged
Could it be that you would understand those beat to which we dance
More clearly had you been given the chance
So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet
Ask yourself............can you dance to my beat
Watch us get down to this groove with a afro-funk feel
While we get hiiiiigh to a rhythm with spiritual appeal
Expressions of freedom from the descendants of slaves
God gives us the strength for new horizons we must breathe
First bondage than mental now financially oppressed
With this beat we dance we know we’ve passed the test
So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet
Ask yourself............can you dance to my beat
The rhythm... rhythm... rhythm... is our power section.
The freedom we feel in our soul
We dance to learn those lessons,
As our story continues to unfold
Our beats, our words our melodies, our gifts
From the givers of those gifts,
We’re merely the terminals through which they have passed
So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet,
Ask yourself, can you really dance to my beat
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