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Will Walk Twenty More
05:18
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So they asked me why I had come to tear their perfect city down
Said I ain't shook your city just yet, and baby I've been around
So they asked me where I come from for that I should be so proud
Said I came from a place so dark precisely here's where I'm from now
I've seen where highway turns to gravel, gravel turns to ash
I've seen dream-addled great grandmothers who've been walking since the past
So you may point your gun at me and call my life an act of war
But I have walked ten thousand miles and I will walk twenty more
So they asked me what I came here with empty pockets for to take
I said only what was here before, and even you cannot unmake
They warned me not to cross that line, or they might shoot my body down
Said I've been amply shot before, and that it only slows me now
I've been where countries don't exist just because folks have lost the thought
And walked over the graves of many righteous peoples gone
So you may point your gun at me and call my life an act of war
But I have walked ten thousand miles and I will walk twenty more
Seen women bear their babies wherever they laid a blanket down
I've seen them dancing ballroom in the earthquake shells of towns
Seen frightened men whose guns are only to protect their rage
I've seen where their messiah wound up, pacing in his cage
Seen money changing hands so fast, it ceases to be real
Seen poor men working hard to make what richer men can steal
I've been so down, so far back in time, that it circles itself square
So I have seen the future now, and I tell you, baby, you ain't there
So you may mass your armies at the border of denial
May make a pretty show of us at predetermined trials
And you may point your gun at me and call my life an act of war
But I have walked ten thousand miles and I will walk twenty more
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OTF
03:30
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3. |
How I Miss
03:00
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4. |
Becoming the Monster
03:23
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I was scared of becoming the monster but I
was more scared of dying under his thumb.
And I ain't no revolutionary,
just doing what my sister should've done.
For every daughter buried early,
may it visit upon your sons.
I was scared of becoming the monster until I
saw you making kingdom come.
First they taught me you could not tame this violence
with any kind of love.
Then they taught me not to wait on heaven,
at least not they heaven they had coming.
Then they taught me how to bury a sister
let out in the sun.
Then I learned to make the chemical bath that they had made
and I said alright, now. I think I've learned enough.
I just think I lost my fear and it moves me, now, like heaven help us, boy.
I just think I lost my fear and it moves me, now, like heaven help us, boy.
I just think I lost.
I just think I lost.
I just think I lost.
(and I go, and I go where my mother has gone)
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5. |
Anne Marie
04:14
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6. |
Losing All The Time
03:32
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