A song unsung, a deed undone Son of the sun, on the run with a gun The natives are getting restless The Haitians contested Workers Prostitutes Honeydew ain't bloodless
1, 2, 3 A, B, C I am We The jungle can't see What's foreign to this world Is native to me
Street's kiss, bleed snitch Flesh, bricks, get stitched Drip blood on my plate So I can taste it Face it, grace it Mold this era, embrace it
1, 2, 3 A, B, C I am We The jungle can't feel A mind out of time Is ticking in me
