The Gang Dancers
We are gang made,
We are children of tribal centuries.
So if we go inside ourselves
To find our identities
We'll be lost in there,
Cause that's not where the soul is,
It's in the gang, it's in the gang.
So we dance, dance, dance,
Dance in the circle,
Reach hands and dance in the sun.
All around and skip and run,
Your self no isolated thing,
But a bead on the string,
A jewel on the ring,
Which is one.
We are gang made,
We are kids of extended families,
Through a thousand centuries.
But we walked in New York and Chicago alone
For so long,
Till we learned once more to dance.
So we dance, dance, dance,
Dance in the circle,
Reach hands and dance in the sun.
All around and skip and run,
Your self no isolated thing,
But a voice sweet and strong
That blends in the song,
Which is one.
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