So many people are dying They get nothing to eat. Some people are naked ya'll and sleeping in the streets.
We don' got so uppity now We won't pass near these streets. The red lights might us and cause us to have to speak.
We're so afaid we'll see our reflection in the mirror of the faces, in these places, which might cause us to remember the struggles of our dying ages.
But dead is how folk see us through the mask we wear on our faces. If you could see yourselves as your brothers and sisters do impressions of achievement and prosperity really wouldn't mean a thing to you.
We're people united to save our community,
So remove your mask so people won't find it so difficult to talk to you.Remove your mask so people won't find it so difficult to care for you, cause we're people
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.