I fell in love and fell into the world
I became a bird and always flew in love
I grew old, loved and got married
I lost my father before I was even a father
It was easy to suffer, I got used to it
I am real, eyes have seen, words have touched
Fake faces have always made me sick I've been shot, I've fallen at a young age, I've been broken
I have swam the oceans and not drowned
I have flown in the skies and I am not tired
I have been searching for the white people hiding behind my dreams
I have been searching and I am tired
I have died and I have been asked about the whites
I have been searching and I am hopelessly tired þum
I'm dead, I'm questioned by white people

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS