Palm Beach Banger

As we dance to a beat that seems out of time

To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind

Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange

Or causes your thinking to be rearranged?

Could it be that you would understand to speak to which we dance

More clearly had you been given a chance?

So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet

Ask yourself

Can you dance to my beat?

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Watch us get down to this groove with an afro-funk feel

While we get high to a rhythm with spiritual appeal

Expressions of freedom from the descendants of slaves

God gives us the strength for new horizons we must bring

First bondage, then mental, now financially oppressed

With this beat we dance we know we've passed the test

So ask yourself

Can you dance to my beat?

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Dance to my beat

To my beat, to my beat, to my beat

The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm is our power section

The freedom we feel in our soul

We dance to learn those lessons as our story continues to unfold

Our beat, our words, our melodies are gifts from the givers of those gifts

So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet

Ask yourself

Can you dance to my beat?

Can you?

To my beat

So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet

Ask yourself, can you really, really dance to my beat