[Verse 1: billy woods]
([?], that's that)
([?] right there)
Words hang in the air 'tween us, but the gas too dense
Stranger in the village, you ain't seen him since
Came through the Pyrenees, me and mi pickney, it's like we was sent
Ash like Lent
Cinders in the wind, ashes in your mouth, it's too late to repent
You owe and we here to collect, you know how it go over a debt
Numbers scribbled on butcher's paper
A bad wager
We waved every day, but good fences make good neighbors
Like those mountains in Asia
Cavemen in caves buildin' spaceships
Ape men enslaved, the ape's brain sick from searchin' for they makers
(Frustrated) Frustrated
I came for the bag like Black Pete, Sinterklaas
Tossed a couple coins at the ho's feet, sauvage
Even took the pavin' stones out the streets, fuck it
They did the same to we
[Verse 2: Moor Mother]
In shock, me inside the bricks of north, which way is up? On the stoop, she askin' me
Temple tragedy
I don't know time, but I see it passin' me
Why the trumpets play casually
Sound like Albert Ayler
Like, why these ghosts chasin' me?
Thirteen blocks, soundwave realities of what could be
My shadow askin', "What about me?"
Under the Cherry Moon in 3D, and you should be pissed that they chose Athena in her olive tree
Over you and you act like you didn't have the alchemy
Tuskegee ashes under the Gullah tree
Under this dome, are we actually? Well, I'll factor we when we oblique, beautiful catastrophes
[Outro: FIELDED]
A place like a southern spring
Body awaits the sting
And once you have kissed the ring, we'll lay you down
We'll lay you down gently
Hey (Hey)
Hey (Hey)
Hey
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