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Excuse me if I get too deep,
but sometimes I feel myself slipping.
Like a single drop that remains after the rain
trying to hold its position
yet still streaming off a leaf.
Like a tear drop
in the corner of my eye.
Destined to fall.
But resisting, insisting,
forever
trying to stall.
I'm so tired of searching for peace
that most nights I can't sleep
I have so much to say
that I find it hard to speak
I know sometimes I get too deep.
Just try to follow.
I have so much on my mind
that it's hard for me to think,
or tell yesterday from tomorrow.
Sometimes I get so deep
that I can't keep
my head above the water.
I struggle against the current...
conditions, positions
that I find my people in.
With visions of the promise land
we fight on,
and continue to swim.
For it is not our destiny
to drown in this sea
of ignorance and injustice
that we call society.
The shore of redemption
is that which we seek.
I may stray from time to time,
so reach for me
my people,
if I should get too deep.