Yes, black, blackness

The black side of me

Come on, listen up

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We belong to God

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We ain't giving up

See my people on the road walking

I'm not sure as myself where we're headed to

We're going so fast, we're going so fast

And when this question rise it might be the last day we ain't suffering

'Cause they made the rules in which we're living in today

It's all good 'cause there is one who see you ever

One that wears the weight of how much you sacrifice

How many tears you cry, take heart

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We belong to God

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We ain't giving up

And you must see how much you've been through

And you do have no trust in the fact of being strong

Get to know this, get to know this

And though you lack physical riches

I want for the flesh I see you have achieved

Spiritual growth

This is what counts

So don't worry about all these things that pass away

'Cause the grace of God is sufficient for you

Don't go astray

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We belong to God

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We ain't giving up

Keep on walking, baby

Keep on moving like me

He sees your effort, sweet heart

Just don't worry

'Cause you'll be there one day

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We belong to God

In all things we commend ourselves

In much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distress

In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumult

We ain't giving up

It's over, over

It's over, over