Sir Sydney

If it's dignity
Then call me sir with love
Give you all your flowers like Lillie's
Not just awards not mere Oscar's
You deserve those too
Call me Mr. Tibbs
I'll be watching old movies going Stir crazy
Missing you

We was going uptown to see black skin, black power with style
Over 50 screen credits, movies, feature films great works imagine walking a mile
You raised us in your image we were basking in your sun
The imprint you left on black culture is second to none
As we beamed with pride watching you in the heat of the night
Your characters espoused humility, poise, fortitude, and fight

If it's grace
Let it slap you across the face
If you want a piece of this action
You have to be a credit to your race

Rejoice as a great man the heavens will receive
Representing the diaspora
Bahamas to the United States and Mother Africa
Your class and cool you helped us establish a bar
It's how Denzel, and Jaimee got so far
Blackness is power, and beauty
No clearer than you and our Queen ancestor Cicely
Your art, it's our humanity on full display
It's your legacy
Thank you, sir, for being a real credit to the human race. I can't speak enough about your majesty
When counting our gains as a culture we as Humanity recognize Sir Sydney as a real winner
I hope they receive you with a glorious
Triumphant celebration, because guess who's coming to dinner



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Writer(s): Kian Furnace
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