Lyrics Blood - Samora Pinderhughes, Lhasa de Sela

Blood

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