[Spoken Intro]
This next song is a sketch of a picture on my mind since I was a child
Tonight, I'd like to dedicate it to my mom, in memory of my father, Adebisi Adu
It’s about the struggle he and his peers had to bring us to where we are today
Coming from where he did
He was turned away from every door like Joseph
To even the toughest among us
That would be too much
He didn't know what it was to be Black
'Til they gave him his change
But didn’t want to touch his hand
To even the toughest among us
That would be too much
Isn't it just enough
How hard it is to live
How hard it is to live
Isn't it hard enough
Just to make it through a day
The secret of their fear and their suspicion
Standing there looking like an angel
In his brown shoes, his short suit
His white shirt and his cuffs a little frayed
This next song is a sketch of a picture on my mind since I was a child
Tonight, I'd like to dedicate it to my mom, in memory of my father, Adebisi Adu
It’s about the struggle he and his peers had to bring us to where we are today
Coming from where he did
He was turned away from every door like Joseph
To even the toughest among us
That would be too much
He didn't know what it was to be Black
'Til they gave him his change
But didn’t want to touch his hand
To even the toughest among us
That would be too much
Isn't it just enough
How hard it is to live
How hard it is to live
Isn't it hard enough
Just to make it through a day
The secret of their fear and their suspicion
Standing there looking like an angel
In his brown shoes, his short suit
His white shirt and his cuffs a little frayed
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