Where we're from We're born out of a cloud of witnesses Who watched or walked through cotton-rich Swamp-sick streets Clamoring for freedom Who snuck along the piny margins Meeting under the moon and moss Just far enough out of sight Of the white columns and patrolling guns Laying out plans at the feet of the stars Looking upward for a glinting nod A beam of dusty light to mark the way
Put us under And when The moment is passed Slowly bring us back
And if it drags on No need for alarm Disconnect us
This is only momentary Swayed into a trance This is just monetary We are all so innocent
Take your pleasure or pain Whatever you lust It comes right to your door Except if the messenger Dare show his face It's yours on a platter
This is only momentary Flay us for our skin This is just monetary We are all so innocent and dumb
When we die The neighbors will bring casseroles Drag shows will be held in our honor Prayers will be shuttled upwards Like paper boats slipped up onto a pond by patient hands Fluttering in clouds of stars and interstate exhaust In Urdu In Muskogee In Spanish In Somali The community centers and union halls Will swell with songs that were old before we were born The marchers in the boulevard will take their knee Raise their fist Drop their face Silent in the midday traffic Like a stone in a quick river When we die Our beloved Our kinfolk Fear not We riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
