4 A Brudda PT 1
Who can I compare him to?
He’s bolder than David
Wiser than Solomon, sometimes
More loving than Boaz
More patient than Joseph
I search the annals of history
Who can I compare him to?
He’s more poetic than Tupac
Better with his words than Toni Morrison
More skilled with his hands than Ben Carson
More curious than George Washington Carver
I mean, who can I compare him to?
A Black man, no, an African man
They said, he was made from the ground
But, I think his black skin comes from the dark of night
YHWH created him from the dust, and wrapped him in the night
He learned to fly, before he ever was born
For the Earth was child’s play
The oceans were mastered in his sleep
He sits in the sky
At the One who created it, feet
Beth-el, Beth-el, oh Beth-el
May He dwell in your heart
“I am not what I will be.”
