gypsies.

they say we be gypsies and wood faces on the wall and drum big hips and lips that make you sick with kisses 'cause we pull from gutter fits

gypsies.

they say we be gypsies 'cause they don't understand our rhythm our moves in dance and song as we contemplate all night long on how to silence the lamb

gypsies.

they say we be gypsies long gone from home this is home now among lost angels and the deadliest demons of the world

gypsies.

they say we be gypsies forgotten of our nature now creatures in this oz land full of all things but GOD

(but GOD says he's here)

gypsies.

they say we be gypsies from the ghetto of do wrong and right at the same time with souls that have patience long hard and ready for daddy to come and save us from this american nightmare

but is it really a nightmare though?

i mean we do rome free to be unless the description matches your profile college brotha or motha sista

you can turn on the box and find yourself bent over every way saying every word that shouldn't be said

for there are surely other words to say

gypsies.

we bleed as we walk the path to see the sun

gypsies.

we try to find ourselves in the hip hop beat machine

gypsies.

no matter what we do there are those that watch us plenty ready to come in

gypsies.

to be alive and....well ain't it a sin. -Janus