I woke within a circle and they glared down   at me, my ex lovers and their mothers, nails   and biting teeth. Why, why didn't I die?      My brother found my body in the grass, a   purple stain, and he didn't say a word we are   the same, we are the same.      Lines cut through my face, I felt like   a child.      You can't touch me, my people,   our history.      While I believe that I ain't   nothing, just a line in a circle, I'm   convinced that I won't forget tonight.   I won't forget tonight, my boy.      Lines cut through my face, he   carried me home.      You can't touch me, my people,   our history.      Every time she climbs atop me   I wonder will it end the same.   I don't know.      I'd like to see my father. We fit together.   I'd like to see my father.      Lines cut through my face and I   felt like a child.      You can't touch me, my people,   our history.