footsteps movements finding people
clutch to the forbidden soul
how am i supposed to throw
questions that i cannot answer
hung up like the rules that made them
i'll be gone before you know
twisting hearts oh how we bleed them
how am i supposed to throw
memories from where i keep them
words will only make us slow
one selection shock attack
i chant for the white and black
let me tell you 'bout love
let me tell you 'bout love
no bother sight up what you see
you sight a natty dreadlocks
just me flashing down the street