[Verse 1: Saul Williams] The people The virus took on many shapes The bear, the elk, the antelope, the elephant, the deer The mineral, the iron, the copper, the coltan, and the rubber The coffee, the cotton, the sugar The people The germ traveled faster than the bullet They harvest the mountainside, protect the crops, herd the cattle The people The women and children were separated from the men They divided us according to the regional affiliations of their minds The violence of arrogance crawls into the air, nestles into the geospatial cortex We are not a conquered people Drum beats by region
[Hook: Saul Williams] I was wakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire
[Verse 2: Saul Williams] The missionaries never hid their perspective Prospectors of land, they would rather see us disappear Recycle their prayers The people This is my body which is given to you The people This is my blood We are not a conquered people
[Hook: Saul Williams] I was wakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
