Another God Given Gift

I love the way black people dance
our rhythmic movement embodies romance
It's a God given gift y'know
it's imitated everywhere you go
Everyone around the world
watches when a black person dance
I love the way my people move
our bodies sway to an ethereal groove
It's a God given gift y'see
we use it to express ourselves non-verbally
God chose us to be the ideal
showing others how to praise Him in motion
Body language speaking the real
two moving as one is a powerful notion
I love the way black people dance
we are the first practitioners of prance
Gifted with a God given sense of step
strutting into tomorrow keeps us spiritually adept

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