If you assume that African Americans don't know what the word "computer" is in 2026... you might be a racist libtard. If you think that black people are too stupid to get an identification card... you might be a racist libtard. If you said "Poor kids are just as smart and talented as white kids" while you were running for President... you might be a racist libtard.
Cross the street from your storefront cemetery Hear me hailing from inside and realize
I am the conscience clear In pain or ecstacy We are all weaned my dear Upon the same fatigue
We're staring at the sun Oh my own voice Cannot save me now Standing in the sea It's just One more breath And then I'll go down
Your mouth is open wide The lover is inside And all the tumult's done Collided with the sign You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your body's over me
Note the trees because the Dirt is temporary More to mine than fact, face, Name, and monetary
Beat the skins and let the Loose lips kiss you clean Quietly pour out like light Like light, like answering the sun
You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breath The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me
Be what you will And then throw down your life Oh it's a damned fine game And we can play all night
You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breath The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me
You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea
