| When I give my body back to the earth
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| Don’t put in no box like y’all have done since I was birthed
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| Let my bones disperse
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| Feed me to the cows
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| Feed me to the chickens and the sows
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| Feed me to the ones that I eat now
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| When I let the last breath go out of my lungs
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| Don’t burn me like no witch like y’all have done since I was young
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| Let my blood be run
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| Feed me to the land
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| Feed me to where I have played my hand
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| Feed me to the ground on which I stand
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| Feed me to the land
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| Feed me to where I have played my hand
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| Feed me to the ground on which I stand
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| Well there ain’t no way in hell
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| I’m gonna lie in no grave
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| I’m out of use?
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| I’ve become fuel
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| For the?
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| And there ain’t no way in hell
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| I’m gonna let myself be burned
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| My bones still ache
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| Give me rest
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| The circle must be turned
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| The circle must be turned |