This dirt I came from This dirt I came from This dirt I came from It's my dirt, but it ain't my home This dirt ain't my home This dirt, no, it ain't my home This dirt ain't my home From the breath of God, I was born Clap them hands, stomp them feet Devil ain't got no hold on me Dance all day, dance all night Good God, I'm on fire I may be flesh and bone But in my haunted soul I got the Holy Ghost I know where I came from Can't keep me from my home I am a child of God This dirt couldn't hold Him in This dirt couldn't hold Him in This dirt couldn't hold Him in He's resurrected, I'm born again This dirt, gone someday This dirt, gone someday This dirt, gone someday He's coming again and we're flying away Clap them hands, stomp them feet Devil ain't got no hold on me Dance all day, dance all night Oh my good God, I'm on fire Clap them hands, stomp them feet Devil ain't got no hold on me Shouting all day, shouting all night Oh my Lord, now I'm on fire I may be flesh and bone But in my haunted soul I got the Holy Ghost I know where I came from Can't keep me from my home I am a child of God, wooh I am a child of God Wooh

Some folks say we're all God's children And maybe we are, I don't know But sometimes, I find that rather hard to believe And living in a ghetto like I do You'll find a little of everything going on All of that fussing and fighting and whatnot While I'm trying to get my rest Really makes it hard for me to believe But right now I would just like to Tell you about some of the people you might find in my neighborhood I know a man who curses his brother I know a man who thinks of no other Always chasing after money Thinks a poor man is funny It's hard Wow, it's hard to believe he's a child of God, oh yeah I know a woman who steals from her mother And that same woman, she gets drunk one day to another She kicks her kids out in the streets Puts another man under that father's sheets and I find it hard Wow, It's hard to believe she's a child of God, oh yeah I know some people who go to church on Sunday And these the same people who wear a sheet on Monday They talk about justice and being free But they're watching lynchings so easily Yes it's hard Hey, It's hard to believe they're children of God, oh yeah I find it hard to believe right now, oh yeah I find it hard to believe right now That these people call themselves children of God Wow, it's so hard to believe right now That these people have the nerve to call themselves children of god

Agh! Just do your thing, child Just do your thing, child Do your thing Truth be told, I got the ball on a string Carried the weight of the world, but it came with some handles I drag it to the basket, Moses with the passage Safely Lord God, please make an example I try to break shackles, now they ankles in shambles I can't expect them to be grateful and thankful They thought I had a manual like Hansel Leave your plans in man's hands, and it gets manhandled Dancin' in the street, but I didn't panhandle When I finally drop, make a pamphlet Sell tickets, put that shit on FanDuel, OnlyFans and Fandango Give me your ear like Van Gogh, and it's candlewick I mean, I mean, it's lit like a candlestick When I'm fatigued like a camo fit I'm rich, man, the size of the needle that the camel fits Walkin' to Jesus with my sandals wet This world would make you second guess your first mind Remember when it was your first day, the first time It couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time And you remember that lil voice with that rehearsed line Just repeatin' Do your thing, child (do your thing, child) Do your thing (that shit hit! hahahaha!) Just do your thing, child (oh jeez) Do your thing (do your thing child) At every corner, store, bodega, delicatessen Stands a big head kid learning delicate lessons Roasted for they clothes, or they emotions or they roaches Bullied by they friends, or they mamas, or they coaches Half size, chastised, dogs with glass eyes Talk down, tossed down, the world just pass by Grow up to be saviors, surgeons, rabbis The world should've capsized when God got baptized The boat don't sink, the show don't stop The weapons form, the load don't drop The boat gon' rock, the foes gon' plot The rolls don't switch, the photo crop The motto is "The more those hate, the more those are prop" Open, the prince of Heaven was tempted Told that he wasn't who he was, and they meant it Never was there a path better cemented What they gon' say when you at the Olympics tryna attempt? Remember when it was your first day, the first time Couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time And you remember that lil voice with that rehearsed line Repeatin', it was sayin' (Do your thing child) Do your thing (do your thing child) Just do your thing child (do your thing) Do your thing (child of God!) Just do your thing child Just do your thing, child Do your thing (child of God!) Do your thing child (do your thing) Do your thing child (do your thing) Just do your thing child (do your thing) Just do your thing child (do your thing) This world would make you second guess your first mind Remember when it was your first day, the first time It couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time And you remember that lil voice with that rehearsed line Just repeatin' Do your thing, child Do your thing (that shit hit! Hahahaha!) Just do your thing, child (oh jeez!) Do your thing (do your thing) Do your thing child, do your thing Do your thing child, do your thing Do your thing child, do your thing Do your thing child, do your thing Child of God!

Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says and it still is news, oh Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Yes the strong get smart While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade, oh Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding 'round the door When you're gone and spending ends They don't come 'round no more Rich relations give crusts of bread and such You can help yourself, but don't take too much, oh Mama may have and Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-ooh

Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own Yes he's got his own