Dirty Feet
Dirty feet from this land
Dirty feet from walking in the sand
Dirty feet from the struggles of my sisters and brothers
and the wetness from the tears of all these strong black mothers
Dirty feet from the mud and mortar of the slave men
Dirty feet from the work of Adam and Eve's sin
Dirty feet from Samson's fall to the dame named Delilah
These strong men fall down when we suppose to go higher and higher
Our people have this history of dirty feet
But learn from it why live in it?
We have a choice and have to fight
so fight to win it
I'm not going back to where my people come from
I wash my dirty feet and stand on my own.
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