When footsteps from that Sunday march faded out into the dark
The melody blows in to ease the pain
Two thousand years and were still here fighting over the same old fear
The muddy steps of hate cant stand this rain
Ill stand up on this stage as if it was my altar
Ill face down all the rage and no, I will not falter
Say Im good enough to play but not good enough to stay
In your heart
The mat on the floor says welcome, the sign on the door says no
Says No coloreds allowed unless youre playing in the show
Well Ive never seen a color except the ones up in the sky
When I see this kind of hatred I die a little inside
Ill stand up on this stage as if it was altar
Ill face down all this rage and no, I will not falter
Say Im good enough to play but not good enough to stay
And when you finish your song boy youve got to be on your way
But if Im good enough to play then Im good enough to stay
In your heart
This ones for the Godfather, Duke, Ella, and the Count
And for all those who fought their way here no matter the amount
For all of Gods children walking through dumpsters in the back
Had to finish their show and leave just because their skin was black
They stood up on the stage as if it was their altar
They faced down all the rage and no, they did not falter
They were good enough to play but not good enough to stay
And when they finished their songs boy they had to be on their way
They were good enough to play and somehow theyve always stayed
In our hearts
And if Im good enough to play then weve got to find the space
In our hearts
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