here we hang, specters in the wind
nails in our wrists, crowned king
our necklace of rope binds us to the sky
feet dangling, blood dripping, all down
we hang crucified
our blood rusts the nails
drops of blood work harder than
sin

aquí nos ahorcamos, espectros en el viento
tornillos en nuestras muñecas, coronados reyes
nuestra collar de cuerda nos ata al cielo
pies colgando, sangre goteando, todo abajo
nosotros colgamos crucificados
nuestra sangre oxida los tornillos
gotas de sangre trabajan más duro que
pecado

a black man in the Confederacy; loving consumerism or forced into this physical *******?
Jim Crow poses, contorts, smiles, shoots; a gun on the red carpet;
Calvin the Second or Tracy Martin?
Does it matter? Dance gwara dance gwara, watch the foreground and
never the back the dance is to distract the killing is back
shooting money, that dance is funny, now it's time to pray
Charleston, South Carolina, June 17, 2015, a gun on the red carpet as the human rights take backstage;
race riots ignite, days later we give up the fight
don't Stop to look Up for fallIng objeCts, Is the DancE to defend or distract? Smile, you're on camera
Flames to the left, and the apocalypse passes behind it all, unnoticed,
rise up and forget
broken lemons abound, liberty takes a seat now, and the drivers are nowhere to be found, keep dancing now
Watch from this sunken place, run from the devil, you know it's a race