Our History

I woke within a circle and they glared down at me,

My ex lovers and their mothers,

Nails and biting teeth.

Why, why didn't I?

Why, why didn't I die?

My brother found my body in the grass,

A purple stain,

And he didn't say a word we are the same,

We are the same.

Lines cut through my face,

I felt like a child.

You can't touch me,

My people,

Our history.

While I believe that I ain't nothing,

Just a line in a circle,

I'm convinced that I won't forget tonight.

I won't forget tonight, my boy.

Lines cut through my face,

He carried me home.

You can't touch me,

My people,

Our history.

Every time she climbs atop me,

I wonder will it end the same.

But I don't know.

I'd like to see my father.

We fit together.

I'd like to see my father.

Lines cut through my face,

I felt like a child.

You can't touch me,

My people,

Our history.