Augustine

My father was a young man
 My mother off the boat
 My eyes were fresh at 21
 Bruised but still afloat
 Our heads have hit the pavement
 Many times before
 You stroke his face to soothe him
 While knowing that there's more
 See, Augustine
 Late have I loved and chose to see
 Skin on his skin
 A warmth that I can feel with him
 And no one even told me
 The way that you should feel
 Tell me did you lose your son?
 Tell me did you lose your love?
 Cry and burst my deafness, while Trayvon falls asleep
 The things that I would do to you
 The things that I could do to you
 See, Augustine
 Late have I loved and chose to see
 Skin on his skin
 A warmth that I can feel with him
 Nontetha
 We heard it all from you
 Nontetha
 We waited here for you
 Nontetha
 Kushé-o aw di bodi
 Nontetha
 Aw di fambul dem?
 Nontetha
 We heard it all from you
 Nontetha
 We waited here for you
 Nontetha
 Kushé-o aw di bodi
 Nontetha
 Aw di fambul dem?
 Nontetha
 We heard it all from you
 Nontetha
 We waited here for you
 Nontetha
 Kushé-o aw di bodi
 Nontetha
 Aw di fambul dem?