Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Beauty , by - Akua Naru. Song from the album The Miner's Canary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.02.2015
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
On Beauty |
| Yo, we started out lost, born in a war |
| Searchin' for escape, sung to the Lord |
| Tell it all, when we enter the door |
| Just for four hours long |
| Spit in the mirror, Jesus watch from the wall |
| Features, he said «Come as you are» |
| So we come as a scar, shards of glass on the neck is the trauma |
| Dark behind the mask, patent leather on smash |
| Church hats cover wigs over so-called naps |
| Spirits is high, saints try to relax |
| Dr. King, he cocoa butter, |
| clap, is attached to a past |
| Post, present, traumatic stress, patterned under the lash |
| I wonder, what happens to the questions we never ask? |
| As time passes, travellin' on that new bus pass |
| Broke and Mama out of gas, |
| Couldn’t afford a cab, pass the ride up in that new S-class |
| (You're black) as the face of God, see your star |
| Brightest like, scholars know who you are |
| (Poor) on the boulevard |
| World scars, wealth built an empire |
| (Ugly) till you in the dark, aroused and spread apart |
| Portrait been the work of art, beauty on |
| (You're woman), you in this modern war |
| Caged in confusion in a world that’s never known beauty |
| reflect, kind of blue |
| Under the stained glass, ten percent tithes of hard-earned cash |
| Hundred percent of rent late, confused by the math |
| The pressure saved by an organ playin' «This too shall pass» |
| Panoramic view is on from the pew in the back |
| Peek the Devil jugglin' the blame of another relapse |
| Watch him laugh, attention |
| the entrance, casin' the victim since the night before last |
| Now the list goes on and on beyond the length of the song |
| Father of David, father of Joshua, father of John |
| While our mothers pray for a compass, figure where they belong |
| In the name of the Son, our name’s gone, 15:21 |
| Our daughters haunted by |
| read the scripture, «Bluest Eye» on our tongues |
| As the choir rise to harmonize, tragedy |
| whisper, «God is good all the time» |
| (You're black) as the face of God, see your star |
| Brightest like, scholars know who you are |
| (Poor) on the boulevard |
| World scars, wealth built an empire |
| (Ugly) till you in the dark, aroused and spread apart |
| Portrait been the work of art, beauty on |
| (You're woman), you in this modern war |
| Caged in confusion in a world that’s never known beauty |
| (You're black) as the face of God, see your star |
| Brightest like, scholars know who you are |
| (Poor) on the boulevard |
| World scars, wealth built an empire |
| (Ugly) till you in the dark, aroused and spread apart |
| Portrait been the work of art, beauty on |
| (You're woman), you in this modern war |
| Caged in confusion in a world that’s never known beauty |
| Caged in confusion in a world that’s never known beauty |