[Verse 1: billy woods]
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
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
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