Augustine

My father was a young man My mother off the boat My eyes were fresh at 21 Bruised but still afloat Our heads have hit the pavement Many times before You stroke his face to soothe him While knowing that there's more See, Augustine Late have I loved and chose to see Skin on his skin A warmth that I can feel with him And no one even told me The way that you should feel Tell me did you lose your son? Tell me did you lose your love? Cry and burst my deafness, while Trayvon falls asleep The things that I would do to you The things that I could do to you See, Augustine Late have I loved and chose to see Skin on his skin A warmth that I can feel with him Nontetha We heard it all from you Nontetha We waited here for you Nontetha Kushé-o aw di bodi Nontetha Aw di fambul dem? Nontetha We heard it all from you Nontetha We waited here for you Nontetha Kushé-o aw di bodi Nontetha Aw di fambul dem? Nontetha We heard it all from you Nontetha We waited here for you Nontetha Kushé-o aw di bodi Nontetha Aw di fambul dem?