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My thoughts swirl into misty waters
I'm by the river bank where ancestors swam and crawled to safety
Away from the head of Ancient Arwak attacked Carib shores
I am immersed in your forehead
A persistent strain to your everyday
I demand life back way before you put chains on me
I'm wracked shaking making the moves that only mud can track
House gonna burn down,
Women going to be strung out singing our song
In masses I will become strong
Stronger than rooted tree than where my brother swang
I'm starting again to see strange fruit hang knocking on your window
Presence is felt although I am intrepid, hiding in outhouse
I'm in the spirit
In your taste of saliva on tongue
I am the word on your lips
I am a face, a movement realising immortal soul
Will rise no demise
