Ol' Roots
O' I see them so vividly
Beautiful and strong, and such a BIG part of me
So, so deep they run... them ol' roots
Whenever I lose my way, just a thought of them lines me right up like pastor Morgan on Sunday in his 'Big Meeting' suit
Mother, father, uncle, aunt, sister, brother, all the grands and great grands, and cousins—yes, cousins galore
The irrefutable link is sometimes in the gait, the smile, the laugh, the frown, the wits, the style, and the great looks, Need I say more?
Them ol' roots run deep in that black soil
From all the way back over the Great Atlantic through the Middle Passage and throughout the diaspora
Yes, they run deeply and vastly into dimensions that are immeasurable and so beautiful that it can't be justly captured by a camera
Rain, yes, the rain. So very thankful for it because it is essential for growth and strengthening them old roots
And the sweet, blessed Sun that comes to sustain life and help spawn new life to that ol' tree bearing sweet fruits
O' them ol' roots, I see clearly
So beautiful and strong, and such a BIG part of me
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