Lyrics: We

We'll paint our shoes, paint our rooms with our stories

We'll wear our roots on our heads as our glory

We'll stand up as We, as We

We've cracked the case of the race that sin sullied

We'll keep our shades, trade our shame for His glory

We'll see our beauty, we'll stand up as We


Words won't fly for hours like hot air balloons

We won't bend and cower at the slightest abuse

Cuz He'll send His armies to stand up for We


We are the sons, We are the daughters of a King

We will not stand for degradation of His children

We have His blood, We have it running through our veins

He has our blood, He has it running down His face


Cuz He bled our stories

Candace Coker