My Beat

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 this 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?

Can you? Can you dance to my beat? (x8)

Watch us get down to this groove with an Afro-funk feel
While we get hiiiiigh to a rhythm with spiritual appeal
Expressions of freedom from the descendants of slaves
G-d gives us the strength for new horizons we must brave
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
Can you? Can you dance to my beat? (x12)
To my beat (x4)

The rhythm… The rhythm… The 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 beat, our words our melodies, our gifts
From the givers of those gifts
We’re merely the terminals to which they have passed
So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet,

Ask yourself, can you really dance to my beat
Can you? Can you dance to my beat? (x8)

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 beats 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 really, really dance to my beat?