I am in your mist
The smoke that floats from tainted breath.
Don't speak my name.
Unless you have a song for my people
That rings of our freedom.
But if not...
I am still in your clouds
And settling like magic dust
Upon your cedars of hate.
America is coming to pieces.
We tried to give you our wisdom.
We tried to splay our hearts open.
But you hung them from trees,
Ornaments of your jealousy.
Black...