Lyrics
Woke to blood on the gate
Witchcraft whispered by maids
The fear under the mask, my father's face ashen
Hands grasping held us back
We were kids laughing
A few months later, the hearse had him
Graveside, women clutch, white napkins
Black magic, rumors it wasn't no accident
State funeral, uniforms and acronyms
Eat with the dead, pour strong spirits
We Africans
Yeah, me and my sister we never really laughed again
It's obeah we come for
And paid good money
Last weapon of the poor
For this children went hungry
Blood on the door, buried charms, paw of monkey
Macbeth palms, dry-eyed in the beloved country
Burglar alarm, reach for the heat, find nothing
Die quietly in your sleep, they still say your wife did something
Upon your house a pox
A fortnight, body in a box
Don't believe me, just watch
I see fire in a- (I see fire in a dead man's eyes)
I see fire in a- (I see fire in a dead man's eyes)
I see fire in a- (I see fire in a dead man's eyes)
I see fire in a- (I see fire in a dead man's eyes)
I see fire in a-
Once upon a lynching
Rank fumes of incense
Root workers herb mixing
Graveyard dirt pinching
Intention imprint
Fragrant oils holy waters
Sacrifice for those who fell before us
Retreat to the forest where the moon don't shine
And the sun barely sweeps the floor
Four corners, crude shrines
Brick dust outlines marooned
Psychic ties humbly we commune
Perfumed resin laws of attraction
Bats blood, black arts
Conjure man incantations
Fireside divination
Don't forget to feed the loas when the spirit leads
Tell my horse I'll ride sidesaddle
Star charts and dream books
Papa la bas live from the botanica
All white attire with a mugwort amulet