The Virus (feat. Saul Williams & Chippewa Travellers)

The people The virus took on many shapes The bear the elk the antelope the elephant the deer The mineral the iron the copper the colt and the rubber The coffee the cotton the sugar The people The germ traveled faster than the bullet They harvest the mountainside protect the crops herd the cattle The people The women and children were separated from the men They divided us according to the regional filters of their minds The violence of arrogance Crawls into the air and nestles into the geospacial cortex We are not a concurred people Drum beats by region I was awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The missionaries never hid their perspective Perspectors of land would rather see us disappear Recycle the prayers The people This is my body it was just given to you The people This is my blood We are not a concurred people I was awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire