Hymn To The Colored
blessed are the colored, whose light shines bright
we illuminate for all to see us fight the good fight
they may call us foolish but at least we're free, to pluck the fruits of sound mind from a knowledge bearing tree.
blessed are the colored, whose skin is as tough as nails
for we know they can bruise us yet we still manage to feel
they may call us selfish but at least we can see. we know never to let go and to never let it be
blessed are the colored whose voice rings clear