Come on in rest your feet,
time to forget about a hard day to beat.
wash your face my beauitful black man,
wash all the long day grind away from your hand.
I see the long walk that you take from your car
to the front door, which seems to be somewhat so far.
I see the dirt under your fingernails,
each grain establishing some sort of ability
to take care of your family,
now its time to exhale.
Oh my beauitful black man,
drip,drop,drip,drop.tick,tock,tick,tock
Listen to my heart sounding like a silly love clock.
sitting and waiting for the door to unlock.
To see you come thru, oh what love that awaits  for you.
Weaving pay,a little over time to make,
to enchant upon to meet every day situations.
you try not to break.
come,come,listen,listen,stop,
look at my beauitful black man.
Can God be in the making of the future plan,
the only way to see,
upon this heavenly earth so disquietly.
I hear you calmly as a little black bird,
can't take my pride, my strength, my strive,
my imput into this place,
but oh one day i shall see my real beauitful black man,
face to face.