A song unsung, a deed undone
Son of the sun, on the run with a gun
The natives are getting restless
The Haitians contested
Workers
Prostitutes
Honeydew ain't bloodless

1, 2, 3
A, B, C
I am We
The jungle can't see
What's foreign to this world
Is native to me

Street's kiss, bleed snitch
Flesh, bricks, get stitched
Drip blood on my plate
So I can taste it
Face it, grace it
Mold this era, embrace it

1, 2, 3
A, B, C
I am We
The jungle can't feel
A mind out of time
Is ticking in me