Saul Williams - Horn of the Clock-Bike lyrics

Red stain on the concrete Disdain for the bare feet Work work my kitango No perk for the bongo Whose presence is charity? Who's fresh from disparity? Who's arms wide open? Who's strange fruit smoking? Paint on a canvas Carved from a pancreas Blue for the water Red for the daughter (Money money money...) Green what the land was First hand, second second hand laws Horn of the clock-bike Thorn of the crown-spike Smile of the victor Child of the prisoner Statues of martyrs Hackers as artists Shout-out to Atlantis First hand, second second hand us Thorn of the cross-spike Horn of the click-bike Masters of institution Masters of space and time Masters of great delusion Masters of the mind I'm your master I'm your master I'm your master Yes your master Yes I am Amble faster Can't go faster And your demise is unprecedented Masters of institution Masters of space and time Masters of great delusion Masters of the mind I'm She craves to be mastered Does what she has to Thorn of the half-life Born on the path, life Questions of teachers Threatens of preachers Do what she gotta To not mother no martyrs Who threatens the monarchy Whose presence is charity? Who eyes wide open? Who paid that token? Jumped over turnstile Calm one that grow wild Thorn of the crown spike Horn of the clock-bike The horn of the clock-bike x6