Negro
Denies
The color of your skin sets me on fire (hate, hate, hate, hate)
It's the color of midnight and a half (half, half, half, half)
It's luxury for your man only
(See, see, little girl, that's it!)
Denies
The color of your skin sets me on fire (hate, hate, hate, hate)
It's the color of midnight and a half (half, half, half, half)
It's luxury for your man only
I make my corner an existential neurosis
The content of everyday life, the day-to-day of life
Electronics are replacing the heart
Inspiration has come to depend on the transistor
The poet of steel, of programmed poetry
It's too much for my feelings, you know?
