baby what all this
              running? chile, gwan

run    these storms
i sowed deep
in your blood
don’t you know
we all goldskin
people    thunderborn
birthright
of tempest
carried past the grave

              baby what this?
              kissing girls
              and carrying on like
              ain’t nobody raise you to forget
              all that fairy shit

chile you don’t know
we goldskin    bitches
die for less
we got scars
already raining
down
our backs
don’t talk
back

              chile you don’t see
              woman just some thing
              you gotta carry

chile, pick
we can’t carry
every freedom
song
              this shit too
              heavy
              for all that