Oh how i wish that all black babies had more names
and all rejoice is all i am
in gold and empress hands
in gold and empress hands
and all of us without guns in us
and our hair growing out of us
when her belly bleeds its an open seed
that strain into the sea
that strain into the sea
and suddenly, oh suddenly,
a voice comes out of me
a voice comes out of me
but it dont belong to me
but it dont belong to me
but it dont belong to me