Moor Mother, Nicole Mitchell - ARMS SAVE lyrics

Wait a minute
Lord behold us
Wait a minute
Lord behold us

Remold from the same cloth
Black flag, black flag, black flag
Soft throat cost the life it's source
Carried a treble like my only sword
I swore it off
This dress I couldn't afford
And they think they really
Sayin' something beyond
"fuck you and I'll kill you"
I don't feel you, got caught stealing
No hands
I'm so hot, no fans
But at the stake of all your demands
Guess my presence never been felt
'Cause you got the mark
Of your father's belt
666
Sick silent suffering
Whenever you dead in a ditch
I feel like a million missing
I feel like no one's listening
All locked in the kitchen
A million bitchin'
A million bitchin'
Don't get snatched at night
Sex traffic hitchhike to the
End of your life
I guess an AR may save your life
In this American racist high life
Wait a minute, let me get my light
Lord behold us

Soft flow cost the life it's source
Carried a treble like my only sword
I swore it off, this dress I couldn't afford
You think you really sayin'
Something beyond "fuck that
And I'll kill you?"
I can't feel you, you got caught stealin'
No hands
I'm so hot, but no fans, but at
The stake of all your demands
Guess my presence never been felt
'Cause you got the mark
Of your father's belt
666
Sick silent suffering
Every dead in the ditch
I feel like a million missing
I feel like no one's listening
All locked in the kitchen
A million bitchin'
Don't get snatched at night
Sex traffic hitchhike
To the end of your life
I guess a AR may save your
Life in this American racist highlife
I guess a AR may save your life
I guess a AR may save your life