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My life is a canvas and god is the artist
My tears and smiles are the paint in a mixture
My sins and my good deeds are the picture
My joy and pain is displayed for the world to see
Through his image he created me
They threw dirt on my name
And abused my small frame
Made fun of the texture of my hair
But the blood of the slave is what I bare
God had a plan for our journey up stream
I never picked cotton, I plant dreams
We stem from royalty
And gained our freedom by showing God our praise and loyalty
Thanks to Martin and Malcolm I never had to sweat
But we have more to achieve he ain’t done with us yet
My eyes weren’t made to be full of tears
with God on my side I have no fears
My head wasn’t meant to hang low
With it held up high, God’s grace is what I show
I’m not lost in the wickedness of man
Because I’m his child and he holds me in his hand
No more will I fall victim to the enemy and the hater
Because the man I serve is greater
My life is a canvas and God is the painter
My pride is the paint mixture
And I am the picture
