Текст песни Burundi - Saul Williams

Runnin' down a dark street, app that got a flashlight
Nike swoosh on bare feet, Whitney Houston's crack pipe
The greatest love of all, watch me rise to watch me fall
Contemplating, rent is late in houses that I can't afford
Show my papes at Heaven's gates, they ask me for my visa
Lived a life without no hate so tell me what you need to
Question your authority, genocide and poverty
Treaties don't negate the fact you're dealing stolen property
Hacker, I'm a hacker, I'm a hacker in your hard drive
Hundred thousand dollar Tesla ripping through your hard drive
Oh, Jesus, pull the cord, seat belt, what you standing for
Buckle up, let's knuckle up and tell Mohammed bring his sword

Whoosh I'm a candle,
Whoosh I'm a candle
Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
Vigil in the middle of your occupied locations
One that burns for haters, one that burns for Haitians
Whoosh I'm a candle,
Whoosh I'm a candle
Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
Standing in the middle of your synagogue and chapel
Licking that forbidden fruit through bitten glowing apples

Factories in China, coltan from the Congo
Smuggled to Burundi hidden in a bongo
We beat a mighty drum, change his login 'fore they come
Guns and ammunition pay tuition for the deaths be young
Hacker, I'm a hacker, I'm a hacker in your hard drive
There ain't no security, I'm hacking through your hard drive
Information highway, tunnel vision highway
Exit 17, yo, bring them motherfuckers my way
Virus, I'm a virus, I'm a virus in your system
Fuck your history teacher, bitch, I've never been a victim
I'm just a witness, Hitler can come get this
Rabbis in Ramallah throwing burkas on these bitches

Whoosh I'm a candle,
Whoosh I'm a candle
Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
Vigil in the middle of your occupied locations
One that burns for haters, one that burns for Haitians
Whoosh I'm a candle,
Whoosh I'm a candle
Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
Burning in the middle of your mosques and in your chapel
Licking that forbidden fruit through bitten glowing apples
Whoosh I'm a candle,
Whoosh I'm a candle
Chop my neck a million times, I still burn bright and stand, yo
Vigil in the middle of your occupied locations
One that burns for haters, one that burns for Haitians

Whoosh I'm a candle