[Intro: Moor Mother]
On my own
Ain't been a sleep for a week
Far from home
Coming in...
Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!

[Verse 1: Moor Mother]
Where ya go?
Hide and seek
Get yo ass in the house
Cover your mouth when you speak

[Chorus: Moor Mother]
I ain't seen shit
I ain't heard shit
I ain't gotta call the beast
I ain't seen shit
I ain't heard shit
Why are they looking at me?
This that halo
This that heat
This that Ronald McDonald
This that beef

[Verse 2: Moor Mother]
Everybody lie
We all want a little piece
The land cry, 'lamb die'
And brought Jesus to the feast
More than wine
[?]
Living off the banks of Jordan
But they're still tryna chalk on me
Evil lie
With a hawk like freeze
Jaws dribbling balls in your mouth bring you down to your knees
This that icy choke
This that Pistol Pete
Houdini in the hall wall
This that Bobby Seale
Bullets on my mind
Thought there should be more peace
Thought there should be more peace
Far from home
I ain't been asleep for a week
On my own
Never thought I would live this way