Blood - Samora Pinderhughes, Lhasa de Sela

Blood on your hands don’t wash off too easy

Even if you lie to the folks when you leave me

You can’t pretend, You can’t pretend

That you didn’t use those weapons against me

You took the bread and left me at the precinct

You built a Wall so you won’t have to see me

You couldn’t stare direct at what you did

While still enjoying those good benefits (the fruits of tricks)

You shot the gun and shook it off easily

(You) Forced him to talk while he was still grieving

Poured up the language in a glass

He drank it down

(I) heard the same shit on your TV

Come out his mouth

You broke my district up into pieces

Now I see the cracks all up in your ceilings

It’s a lotta drama going on in the town

And I been around enough to know what’s going down Yea

Soon this space will be too small

And I’ll go outside

To the huge hillside

Where the wild winds blow

And the cold stars shine

Blood on my hands don’t wash off too easy

Even if I got everybody to believe me

I left you right on the avenue and then went (on) about my business

What is good with all this progress if I had to hurt someone to get it?

(I) been so attached to all of these secrets

They might just take me over completely

I done filled a book and a half up Just tryna give my mind revisions

I put my eyes on way too many caskets (I think I done lost my vision)

And I don’t ever wanna get used to the feeling

Of a body when it can’t seem to breathe in

Did I take advantage of the words I said but never did shit

I made an appearance but I made sure I didn’t really risk it

I’m fuckin tired of all of these meetings, evenings, weekends

Drinking and smoking for no reason

We can’t pretend no We can’t pretend

Like we don’t feel that the world is ending

Soon this space will be too small

And I’ll go outside

To the huge hillside

Where the wild winds blow

And the cold stars shine