Neet Harding

To be young, gifted and black, Oh what a lovely precious dream To be young, gifted and black, Open your heart to what I mean In the whole world you know There are billion boys and girls Who are young, gifted and black, And that's a fact! Young, gifted a...nd black We must begin to tell our young There's a world waiting for you This is a quest that's just begun When you feel really low Yeah, there's a great truth you should know When you're young, gifted and black Your soul's intact Young, gifted and black How I long to know the truth There are times when I look back And I am haunted by my youth Oh but my joy of today Is that we can all be proud to say To be young, gifted and black Is where it's at.

The Potter saw a vessl, that was broken by the wind and rain and he sought with so much compassion To make it over again. O I was that vessel, that know one thought was good I cried Lord, You're the potter and I am the clay Make me over again today. Then God picked up the pieces of my broken life that day And He made me a new vessel, and revived my soul again.

THE DREAM IS IN PROCESS. IT HAS BECOME EMBARRASING TO ME TO SEE YOUNG BLACK MEN, PUTTING THEIR MIDDLE FINGER UP, BLOWIN SMOKE FROM THERE NOSE, GRABBING THEIR CROTCHES, AND TIPPIN 40'S AT A GRAVESITE, WEARIN TEE SHIRTS WITH PICTURES ON EM'. ...THIS IS A CRYOUT...THE PAIN FOR FAMILIES IS IRREVERSIBLE...YOU FEEL ME?

Lost touch with my soul I had no where to turn I had no where to go Lost sight of my dream, Thought it would be the end of me I I thought I'd never make it through I had no hope to hold on to, I I thought I would break I didn't know my own strength And I crashed down, and I tumbled But I did not crumble I got through all the pain I didn't know my own strength Survived my darkest hour My faith kept me alive I picked myself back up Hold my head up high I was not built to break I didn't know my own strength.