the guys were watching our eyes shit so clandestine the reflect of image we find when the real cup of ill does fine you pop a pill this time but the pill pop you when they fill you re mine stop it might kill you son the guys were watching our eyes shit so clandestine we travel beyond the sight silently we move through the night there is no height that provides right we truly understand our rights the stars we lived in a most intentional way we drift whereto no one needs to know just sit back and watch the scroll 
['afrofuturism']