I had to be white in order to justify my terror / eyes / all eyes on me a mock paranoia for vanity and the boy we chase away grimly joyfully returning bent reference to genes and exposure
the hardest thing for anyone to do is to forgive somebody they know they have wronged
My father was the son of a slave, that has something to with it
Something to do with what I'll be your excuses if you can guess my true name
Over this blues stitched recording of the confessions across two killers as they fall in love
