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.
