Black Folks Got Rhythm

Black folks got rhythm full movements undeterred, and flexible as four winds. How low can we go? with limbo it's in our hands with early rising; planting seeds of joy, washed in ray of hope - we dance on sturdy grounds with gems to unearth. The whole world watch and wait what instruments of weight and measure will bring us together? Once upon a time we reeled, like dervishes; only we were ship wrecked! the wave of One Hand, we now stand like those chosen, at the parting of the sea.