Passing Through - Tobe Nwigwe

This world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through

My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue

Black angels beckon me, from heaven’s open door

I ain’t on what y’all on no more

This for those shot dead in the land of the living

I pray the 'hood in the sky got streets wit' gold trimmings

And the linens on yo' back cover sins that’s forgiven

And you see He who risen has the skin that’s forbidden

'Cause oh, how life seems black and white

Until the light adds color

To those that died, may your soul take pride

In knowing you were so much more than colored

'Cause this world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through

My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue

Black angels beckon me, from heaven’s open door

I ain’t on what y’all on no more

This for those from the slums, the 'hood and the village, yeah, yeah

And all the ones they omitted and the books they have written

I pray you get spinach and the privilege of seein' yo' seeds with dominion

In the land where they raped and pillaged, those who were made in His image

'Cause oh, how life seems black and white

Until the light adds color

To those that died, may your soul take pride

In knowing you were so much more than colored

'Cause this world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through

My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue

Black angels beckon me, from heaven’s open door

I ain’t on what y’all on no more