My Beat (feat. Palmer Brown) [The Janvontte Jazzbug Mix]

As we dance to a beat that seems out of time

To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind

Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange

Or causes your thinking to be rearranged?

Could it be that you would understand this beat to which we dance

More clearly had you been given the chance?

So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet

Ask yourself, can you dance to my beat?

Watch us get down to this groove with an Afro-funk feel

While we get high to a rhythm with spiritual appeal

Expressions of freedom from the descendants of slaves

God gives us the strength for new horizons we must brave

First bondage, then mental, now financially oppressed

With this beat we dance, we know we've passed the test

So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet

Ask yourself, can you dance to my beat?

The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm is our power section

The freedom we feel in our soul

We dance to learn those lessons

And our story continues to unfold

Our beat, our words, our melodies are gifts

From the givers of those gifts

We're merely the terminals through which they have passed

So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet

Ask yourself, can you really dance to my beat?