before we plant the seeds of freedom it needs water shelter and sunlight to nourish our Black People to know the root before we taste the fruits of freedom
once upon a time my father with his bloodshot eyes and whiskey smile said son please don't you tarry none boy go and get my gun then he pulled the trigger and put a bullet through his head
lord i'm gonna get my joy anyhow because i'm still dancing on my feet while i'm still praising the lord hallelujah thank you sweet Jesus well i'm gonna get my joy