Kristeen Young Red
He was quarantine-tied to north side, black
I was sentenced, locked-down in south town, white
But, if you put our arms real close he'd be brown and I'd be yellow
We spent our days pushing the boundless grey
We heard it all
Archaic calls are still Instamatic-bright
When they broke the skin he and I were...
When we broke the skin he and I were red
Red
I'd steal and drive North-55 in blue night
He'd find places to hide from violet faces
Same Mississippi for all was close, spiraling umber from Baden to Bottom Road
We were covered with passion-circles of purple
It's all the same
Though shades have changed, it's still a monochromatic fight
When we break the skin you and I...
But, when we break the skin you and I are red
Red
