Iron Trees
To glitter like cities breathing below
While lights mark time
In the lowest room outside
The white man's death in the hands of violence
Are choking our breath in the prison parks
Our righteousness contains the litter
That we kill in contempt of ourselves
That we kill in contempt
We followed these streets to the city's red lights
Underneath these iron trees
On rooftops worth burning, whispers to prayers
In these strange futures, know your rights
We kill in contempt of kindness
Extricate or obliterate me
Don't let it get so far away
Don't settle
For justice, punch it through the screen
And every dead commercial in between
Calls you to be captured
To write you down
We followed these streets to the city's red lights
Underneath these iron trees
On rooftops worth burning, whispers to prayers
In these strange futures, know your rights
Know your rights!
Know your rights!
No, don't settle for justice, punch it through the screen
And every dead commercial in between
Calls you, calls you to be captured
To write you, to write you in
We followed these streets to the city's red lights
Underneath these iron trees
On rooftops worth burning, whispers to prayers
In these strange futures, know your rights
While lights mark time
In the lowest room outside
The white man's death in the hands of violence
Are choking our breath in the prison parks
Our righteousness contains the litter
That we kill in contempt of ourselves
That we kill in contempt
We followed these streets to the city's red lights
Underneath these iron trees
On rooftops worth burning, whispers to prayers
In these strange futures, know your rights
We kill in contempt of kindness
Extricate or obliterate me
Don't let it get so far away
Don't settle
For justice, punch it through the screen
And every dead commercial in between
Calls you to be captured
To write you down
We followed these streets to the city's red lights
Underneath these iron trees
On rooftops worth burning, whispers to prayers
In these strange futures, know your rights
Know your rights!
Know your rights!
No, don't settle for justice, punch it through the screen
And every dead commercial in between
Calls you, calls you to be captured
To write you, to write you in
We followed these streets to the city's red lights
Underneath these iron trees
On rooftops worth burning, whispers to prayers
In these strange futures, know your rights
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Gregory Sherwood
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