O Brothers Where Art Thou
O brothers where art thou?
Many of you have fallen by the wayside.
Many of you do dirt and go hide.
Many of you are unaware of your gifts inside.
Many of you have died before you could realize
That your brown eyes are beautiful, that your
Brown skin is the prize of the world and that
There are beautiful dreams bursting from the
Seams of your flesh and that God saw the best
In you. That is why he placed you at the bottom
So that you'll rise to the top. So pursue to work
To receive what God has only given you.
O brothers where are thou?
Come out from the wayside now.
Stop doing dirt; it's your own people that you hurt.
Come back alive. Let your gifts take stride.
Stand proud and say loud that you're black and,
Proud and you don't have to fall in Satan's traps,
That you will run God's laps in the race of life,
And receive God's blessings that will come from.
All of the praises that are due to Him for creating,
You because when He made you. He did a grand,
Thing. That's what it do. Brothers come out now.
Stop hiding from your work and doing dirt and,
Show the world with God's help your true worth.
1-12-11
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